A Little something something (raunchy oneshots)

A Wife or a slave? (Part 3)

Author's note: You guys!😂 I was standing in line at university to finish my registration and I was rereading and editing this story not knowing the girl behind me kept sneaking peaks over my shoulder😭. Also a member of wattpad she search "A little something something", found my book and read the 3 chapters that was posted. Mind you, we're in this line for hours having gotten there at 6:10 am and only leaving just after 5pm. I feel a tap on my shoulder, turn around and this lady says "So what's gonna happen to Bronwin? I hope he gets his ass beat after doing that to Lizzie." When I tell you my fucking heart dropped!
So I thought okay, lemme end this on a better note. ENJOY!
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Lizzie's POV

My head is killing me and I'm not even awake yet. It's a struggle to open my eyes and as I stir a sharp pain moves through my lower body, then I remember. I remember coming home, I remember the blood on my thighs and the searing pain in my pussy as they violated me over and over again. I remember being so sick and tired and confronting Lyal, I also remember being knocked the fuck out after he accused me of cheating on him with his enemy.

A sharp intake of breath as I remember telling Lyal what Bronwin did...he raped me.

Finally opening my eyes I notice I'm laying on the floor in our dining room in a small puddle of blood . As I slowly move to stand I feel a pressure on my left ankle. Looking down I see a thick, brown rope keeping me tied to the table preventing me from moving too far. My heart rate is drastically picking up and my head continues to pound.

"You're up, finally." My head snaps in the direction of the voice and I look into the cold eyes of my 'husband'. "Untie me please" I say as I struggle to untangle the many knots on the rope. With my entire body vibrating in pain I give up and let out a long sigh, "Please just untie me, it hurts Lyal". With tears streaming down my face I watch helplessly as this man who promised to love and protect me grab a large knife from the sink.

Playing around with it he pulls out a chair and places it right infront of me. "See...I can't do that my love. I can't untie you just yet, I have a few burning questions that needs answers immediately."

I knew this was coming. I somehow knew he wouldn't take my word for it.
Feeling drained, "What do you want to know?" I ask." "You said Bronwin raped you, is it true?" "Why would I lie about something like that? Especially when I know you two are at war. Yes! Yes he raped me."

Lyal looked at me and I could see  the wheels turning in his head. "When? Where? How? I know where you are 24/7 so how could I not know this?"

"3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days ago. Yep, I've been counting down the days. Remember the girls night we planned? You remember how I said we were gonna make it a 'girls week' instead? I couldn't come home Lyal.
I was running late and the ladies went ahead to the club, when I pulled up Bronwin's men were there already. They were all just standing around their cars being loud as shit. I didn't know they were there for me...but they were. One of them..errr.. they put a bag over my head, threw me over their shoulder and put me in the  car. I just heard the screeching of tires and we were moving. I knew it had something to do with you so I began to beg them to let me go. They didn't. They... didn't. When we finally stopped and the bag was removed Bronwin was standing there with a few other men. I was taken into a warehouse, tied up and... beaten. Badly. When I came to later they had a whole camera and lights set up. I didn't understand what was going on but Bronwin kept coming in with  glasses of ice cold water and I stupidly drank it all. A few moments later I would start to feel weird like...like my head was in the clouds and I just wanted to dance and let loose. I guess that's what I did because soon someone came up behind me and we just...danced. I blacked out but I regained consciousness a few times in between and everytime I did I was shoved in different positions, on someone's lap, laying down, face down... I could hear talking somewhere around me but it was like I was on a high. The last time I woke up, Bronwin  was ontop of me and then he choked me. "

Looking up at Lyal I was amazed to see tears flow from his eyes. He sniffed, jumped up and cut the rope then he stormed out. I stayed on the floor, rubbing my ankle which was now a dark red. After a few minutes Lyal came down dressed in all black, with a bullet proof vest on and guns fitted around his waist. He was on the phone barking orders and the only bits and pieces I heard was "get there, armed, bombs, dies tonight".

I rushed to get up because I knew shit is about to go down, "Lyal! Lyal wait! Don't go. Please." I begged. I could see my plea fell on deaf ears because Lyal looked right through me.

"If you're going to go.... please ...just be safe. Be careful."

He brushed past me and left the house.

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I woke up to sunrays hitting my face and I strained to get up. My entire body was paining and I could barely see outt of my right eye.

Lyal didn't come to bed last night. Hell, I don't even think he came home.

As I began to tidy up our room, I switched on the news. "As you can see from the still burning embers behind me, a large explosion rocked the quiet estate of Victoria Falls as this house was burned to the ground in the early hours of the morning. An eye witness reported seeing a group of men jump out of black vans with tinted windows and entering the house just before an array of gunshots were heard. 15 men including well known business man Bronwin Smith was gunned down and decapitated. Their heads were delivered to the local police station.This is Lucy reporting live from the gruesome crime scene in Victoria Falls. Back to You..."

My fucking heart dropped.

"He did it. Lyal killed him." Suddenly a heavy wave of relief wased over me knowing I would never have to his face again. He's dead.  I sunk to my knees next to our bed. The bastard is dead.

The relief was short lived as I realise  only one of my rapists is dead. Carlisle and the others are still out here and they have full access to our home. I could feel my airways close in as I struggl to breath and my head is pounding. Count to 10 Liz! Count...1,2,3,4,5 Deep breath 6,7,8,9,10 Deep breath.

Lyal wouldn't let this continue...would he? Now that he knows the truth?

But he doesn't know the whole truth... he would surely kill me if he finds out.
He doesn't know that I'm 2 and half months pregnant and at this point I have no idea who my baby's father is.