Territorial

Chapter Eight // There is nothing between the two of you

Song: Lost on you by LP

LYRA'S POV

"Lyra there's someone I'd like you to meet" Samual called out to me I as I was making dinner in the kitchen. He sounded different tonight. Sounded sweet. Sounded loving. I took off my apron and dusted off my clothes trying to look presentable. I stepped out to be greeted by Sam and another gentlemen in a deep but apparently amusing conversation. The man looked alot older than Sam, maybe in his fifties. He had crisp raven black hair and a promenant five o'clock shadow. Sam noticed me coming into the living room and have a satanic grin on his face, it unsettled me but I kept my forced smile laced on my face.

"Well well who do we have here Sammy?" The older gentlemen turned to me with a seductive smile playing on his face, outstretching his arm for me to shake.

"Andrew, i'd like you to meet my gorgeous girlfriend Lyra."I smiled and put my small hand in his. To my suprise, he re-ajusted his grip, lent down and layed and wet and chilling kiss on my hand. I would have found this gesture charming if both men didn't have such unnerving looks on their faces. As he rose from his position, he looked at Samual with a knowing look and Samual nodded proudly in response. I gave a puzzling look between the two, trying to keep the polite smile on my face. "Darling, can I speak to you in the kitchen, lets leave Andrew to settle in, shall we?" He grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen with a smirk still on his face.

"Settle in?" Samual faced me when we were back in the kitchen and I didn't know wether to be happy about his good mood or be worried. His big grin in seconds transformed into a threatening scowl. The grip on my wrist painfully tightened and I whimpered in pain trying to break his hold.

"Now listen, Lyra, Andrew is going to be staying with you a couple of days while i'm on my training course away, you are going to look after Andrew, attend to his needs, whatever they may be." His words suddenly clicked in me, his needs? He couldn't possibly mean that could he?

"You wa- want me t-"

"You know what I mean Lyra, he finds you attractive and a man has got needs, and you will saitisfy them." I scoffed at him, not believing what he was saying? He wanted me to fuck this guy?

"Are you fucking mad? I'm not going to fu-" I was interupted by the backhanded slap on my cheek and the longing sting on my face. I shouldn't have talked to him like that.

"Don't ever talk to me like that again, now I am going to pack my bags since my flight is in three hours and when I leave, I expect you to be in the spare bedroom entertaining Andrew, and If you're not my friends are gonna pay your parents a little trip alright?" And with that he stormed out the room, leaving me to fall to my knees on the cold tiled floor. I could barely breath and my chest felt weighed down and a pang of pain shot through me as the tears broke free. \Just as I tried to regather myself, I felt a rough hand place down on my shoulder in a chilling way. I looked up to find Andrew standing there with a fake pouting face laced with fake sympathy.

"Aww come on how little one, don't cry, let me comfort you alright?" Him and Samual obviously had this all planned. That I would be his plaything for the weekend. I wanted to punch his smug expecting face there and then but the image of my parents getting hurt flooded through me. I had to go through with this. I had to bare it. I pathetically nodded and got off from my knees, not meeting his sick eyes ones. I trodged slowly to the guestroom, knowing his peverted eyes were watching my body, probably my ass. When I got into the room, I heard the door click behind me and there had never been a more defining sound. What he had done that night, he had done multiple times over the weekend. For once in my life I couldn't wait for Samuel to get home. Although impossible, I had tried to forget the details of that weekend but the one thing that had haunted me ever since was what he said to me the day he left.