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?"
"Be a good girl for us. “He whispers. Seeing Greg approach in all his naked glory, positioning
himself behind Gryndol, Elmir takes a firm grip around her fragile wrists. While Elmir holds her
still the other undresses her. Lyra hears more than sees how Gryndol begins to protest lowly
then it gets louder and louder as panic makes itself known in the girl’s voice. Struggles can be
heard until a loud slap echoes around the room.
"This is all you dear wife." Elmir turns his head smiling at Lyra. "Please don't look away or little
Gryndol here will get more hurt."
Tears rolls down Gryndols cheek, one of which shows a red hand print making Lyra’s own tears
fall without her noticing. She can't take her eyes away from Gryndol but isn't able to
comprehend the reality of everything. Elmir has stepped to the side forcing the girl to look at
Lyra all the time. Saying how it’s all Lyra’s fault. Gryndol screams, pleads and cries. Gets hit
several times for misbehaving. All is happening in front of Lyra. This girl, is getting severely
beaten and raped because of her. Unable to it handle anymore Lyra lets out a primal scream
and passes out.
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