Chapter 21: Still Sixteen

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?"

"The best so far but she is under bed rest for now, Xenix orders, so I thought you and I could

teach my dear wife a little about consequences.” Both men laugh happily. Slapping each other's

backs in mutual agreement. While they talked, as if Lyra wasn't in the room, she turns her eyes

towards Gryndol.

The girl looks around the room without moving from her spot close to the

door. Their eyes meet briefly before Lyra looks back at Elmir, who is now standing next to her.

"Help me out with this will ya Greg."Elmir says throwing ropes over to the other man. "Time to

tie up the little wife. You take her legs and I the hands.”

Wanting to move away without being able to is really not a nice feeling. Something else not so

nice is knowing what can happen should she dare try. That's how she ended up in this bed to

begin with. Swallowing down natural instincts and fear, Lyra allows herself to be tied up in a

sitting position. When done Greg starts to undress while Elmir walks over to the door locking it

and then turns to Gryndol. "Do you see my wife all tied up in bed?" He asks in a fake velvet

voice, made to calm the girl. "Everything that is going to happen in here you can thank her for,

okay honey?" Hearing that made Lyra almost choke on air and go deathly pale.

“Please no. Please don't let it be what she thinks it is.” She chants over and over in her head.

"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 EImir 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.