My Bloody Revenge novel Chapter 22

"Are you okay?" Lydoran asks with concern clear in his voice.

"No…" Lyra confesses meekly. Fear still has a firm grip on her. Jaze walks in after leaving all the

shopping bags in her room. He sits down next to Lyra and shifts them around so she sits

between his long legs with her back resting against his chest. His hair points in all directions

indicating that he repeatedly has been running his fingers through it.

"Can I ask who that was?" Lydoran continues.

"That was Greg, a very close friend to Elmir."

"Elmir?"

"Elmir is her husband." Jaze fills in.

"You're married?" he asks in disbelief. "Wow, never saw that one coming. How old are you?

You don't look so old. How is that possible?"Lydoran keeps rambling.

"I turned twenty a month before Jaze found me."

Jaze, thinking Lyra has had enough, tells Lydoran what he heard from her a few days back.

While talking Lydoran goes from shocked to angry the more he hears and Jaze understands

where he comes from.

"Can I show him?" Jaze whispers in her ear.

Trusting them she merely nods and leans forward, allowing Jaze to take her shirts off. All her

scars are on display. Silence lingers like a thick cloud around the room while she feels Lydoran’s

eyes on her. Looking at him she sees sadness, anger, hurt and to her surprise tears falling from

those beautiful eyes. Reaching out she gently wipes them away. "Don't cry..."

"Why did he do this to you?"

Involuntarily she shivers when his fingers gently stroke against one of her scars. He helps her

put the shirts back on again and sits down in front of her and Jaze. Holding his hand, she

absentmindedly plays with is fingers. "To Elmir I was nothing more than a well-trained doll he

could put on display as he saw fit. My only purpose was to be a luxury whore with a brain.

When I, in any way made him look bad, or angered him, I got punished for it." Getting hugged

tightly by Jaze she leans into him. Loving the warmth and comfort he provides. "His favorite

thing to was to dress me up and leave me with Greg at someone’s grand ball or cocktail party.

My orders where to behave and follow orders but Greg also had orders. I was not to be harmed

or kissed anywhere in the face."

"He let others use you?" Lydoran whispers out shocked.