My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 18

"So, you think you are the one calling the shots around here, hmm? You think you have some

kind of say in things?!" Elmir paced back and forth without taking those dull, watery pale, blue

eyes away from Lyra. There was no mistaking the high level of rage burning within them. "Allow

me to educate that little useless brain of yours by teaching you to never disobey me, or those I

invite into my home, ever again." Elmir speaks with a voice oozing raw malice.

"P-pleas-e...I..I-m s-sor-ry..."

"You better be for wasting time on things you already know. MY TIME! Makes me wonder if you

secretly like being punished since you keep on repeating yourself." Taking a fist full of her hair

he continues with a sneer. "Let's find out exactly how much shall we."

"Elmir...please.."

Without warning his fist connects with her stomach repeatedly before releasing the grip on her

hair. Shoving her down on the floor he starts kicking instead on punching, savoring every

scream, pleading, whimper and tears that comes from her.

"Moan for me." he says straddling her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Roughly he begins to

remove her clothes then positions himself with force between her legs. Quickly unbuttoning his

pants, he pulls them down and aligns himself at her entrance and slams balls deep into her.

Grabbing hold of her wrists he holds her in place while ramming her in a fast pace.

"Damn you are nice and tight. Makes me wonder how fucking your ass would feel like."

Weak, hurting and afraid she lies still underneath him hating every moment of it. Her body

screams out in pain with each violent thrust making her moan out loudly. To her utter despair he

takes it as a sign of pleasure.

"Such a good little whore." He grunts out in satisfaction. "Time to try that ass now."

Feeling pure panic kick in from those words she bites his arm and uses what little strength she

can muster in order to get away. Boosted with adrenaline she slaps him in the face hard, leaving

scratch marks behind.

"FUCKING CUNT!" Elmir roars more pissed than ever. "You will forever regret doing that."

For the first time since Lyra got here, one year ago, she truly fears for her life. Seeing his jaw

muscles twitch in agitation only fuels that fear. Wanting some distance, she tries to move

further backwards but end up being held firmly in place.

"I'll fucking show you marks, bitch!"

Gripping her hair once again he drags her from the living room, through a long hallway, passing

their bedroom, then stopping outside a door she never entered before. Unlocking the door, he

more or less throws her inside. The room is windowless with a dark red wall-to-wall carpet.

Wallpapers the same shade of red as the carpet. On one of four walls she notices several

different kinds of whips, paddles, ropes and cuffs hanging on full display in a neat row side by

side by side. On the opposite wall stands a saint Andrews cross with several leather

bindings attached to it and next to that a rather large dresser. In the middle stands a four￾poster bed complete with metal rings in each pole. Two different kinds of cages are placed on

the wall right across the door. Big hooks, in pairs, are placed in the ceiling right above the bed.