My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 21

Lying, curled up on her side in bed Lyra hates what was done but finds some relief that Elmir’s

doctor friend said she needed time to heal. Time means he will leave her alone for now. She

looks up hearing someone enter the room.

"Hello wife. Feeling comfortable? Want anything?"

Elmirs tone is everything but nice making Lyra watch him closely with unease. "Everything is

good, thank you for asking dear husband."

"Good, good."Elmir nods his head then stops to stare at her. "But I'm not good at all. In fact,

until recently I was mad at you for putting yourself in bed rest and by doing so your punishing

me. You are my wife and with that comes certain responsibilities, right?"

Knowing all too well what he means by responsibilities Lyra has a hunch where this conversation

is going but not how it will end. Since he brutally took her virginity not one day has passed

without him forcing her to have sex. The beatings escalated after each refusal and now here she

is. Bedridden with multiple injuries and he still manages to make it her fault. "I'm sorry husband

for letting you suffer for my disobedience..."

"It's okay wife. I'm here to show you just how much effect your disobedience has on others."

With that said he walks back to the door and talks with someone on the other side. "Wife, meet

Gryndol. Isn't she just lovely?" He grins out in a lecherous way. The girl can't be older than

fourteen, light brown hair down to her slim waist, big brown eyes with porcelain skin. Graceful

like a ballet dancer and innocent looking. Shifting gaze between Elmir and her, Lyra wonders

why he has brought her here.

"I think you both will find common ground after today." Elmir laughs applauding his own

comment. Watching Elmir approach the bed Lyra senses warning bells go of in her head and

fear spread like wildfire inside her. He leans down close to her feet picking up something from

right under the bed. Just as he stands up the door flies open and a slightly over weighted man in

his late forties walks right in. Gray eyes that promises havoc. Rosy red cheeks and nose. Pale,

greasy, skin and unruly blond hair. Expensive suit wasted on a grease monkey.

"Greg, meet my wife, wife meet my friend Greg."

"She sure is a beauty." Greg whistles out. "Is she any good?"