Page 65 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“It’s okay, Zoriah,” he says with a soft smile. “We all understand why you acted out with me. You are still searching for stability, and when you found out I saw everything last night, it piqued your interest. There is no denying how you are coping with everything.”

“I didn’t… I mean, I don’t… I…”

“Zoriah,” Roman says. Lance releases my face, and I choke on my tears when Roman takes me from Lance.

“I’m sorry, Rome. I didn’t mean to…”

“Listen to me, Riah… The only reason Lance wasn’t included in the list of people I trust with you is because you hadn’t been around him enough for me to see if it would be a situation that would benefit you,” Roman says. “It is no secret that I don’t have an issue sharing you. Your pleasure and safety are my priority, and I trust these men with you, sweetheart. To put it bluntly, if you took an interest in any man that I deemed trustworthy, I would absolutely let him play with you. At the end of the day, I am your main partner. Everything ends and begins with me. Right?”

“Yes,” I sniffle.

“All I want is for you to be happy. If happiness is getting fucked by the four of us on a regular basis, so be it. Ben and Huxley are committed to you. Lance has been very open with me over the last few days about how he feels about you, and I see it on yourface every time you look at him. You have been testing his limit for a while now, seeing if he would push back as much as we do.”

“I feel bad,” I say quietly.

“Don’t,” he says. “If you are happy, then we are too and that is all that matters. Fuck what society thinks. What does Zoriah want?”

“To get violently train-fucked by you four,” I say bluntly.

“Then that is what will happen,” Roman says, kissing me.

I am standing at the door to the hatch, hugging Huxley. His entire body is shaking, and silent cries escape him as he keeps his face buried in my neck. I look over at Dad because he is the best at helping literally anyone with this type of thing. Dad comes closer, and I pull away just in time for Dad to grab his face between his hands and force him to face him. Huxley is desperately trying to stop crying, and it breaks my heart.

“Son, we are all with you. I know I wasn’t the best example of a father, but I know you know that I always loved you,” Dad says. “No one will leave your side. You are safe, Huxley.”

“Why did they have to hurt me?” he sniffles. “They were my parents… All I wanted was a family.”

“You have a family, Hux,” Corbin says. “You are my brother, and you always will be.”

“We are right here,” Dad says. “So, let’s do this. We will walk this bunker; see if you notice anything that could be helpful, and then leave. Wewillleave here, Huxley.”

“Okay,” he says, straightening his back and standing tall. “I can do this.”

“And Hux?” Dad says.

“Hmm?”

“You have emotions. We all do. Don’t hide them. You need to let yourself feel this,” Dad tells him, and Huxley nods.

“Come on, Hux,” I say softly, taking his hand. When we turn, Lance nods to the agent with him, and the man starts taking the bolts out of the door to the hatch. When he looks up, he smiles at Lance.

“Can’t get locked in if there isn’t a door to close,” Lance says simply.

I am fucking swooning, and he didn’t even do it for me. The level he will go to in order to make others feel safe is incredible. When we go to the hatch, Lance descends first, and then Huxley. I go down behind him, and everyone else follows.

There are work lights everywhere to keep the place illuminated. I keep hold of Huxley’s hand as we slowly walk down the main corridor. This place is insane. I have so many questions, but I don't want answers to any of them. Huxley suddenly stops walking and looks into a room. He looks to be lost in thought, so I squeeze his hand to get his attention.

“Do you want to go in?” I ask. He nods, so I walk in first. It is a simple room with a metal table bolted down in the center. Chains with leather cuffs are welded in place at all four corners. There is an opening on the table right in the perfect spot that it would give access to a man when he is restrained on his belly.

Huxley gently touches the table and runs his fingertips across the smooth surface. “This is the room I was in every day,” he says quietly. “Haley, Doug, Richard and the others who wanted to use me… It all happened here.”

“It’s so empty,” Corbin says.

“I had the room emptied before you all got here,” Lance says. “What looked to be Doug’s office was also emptied. They are working on the other rooms now.”

Huxley looks around for a moment longer before we leave the room and continue on. The next stop that we make is Doug’s office. I can tell it is because it’s the only room with a desk instead of a metal table or bed frame. “Did you get the floor safe open?” Huxley asks.

“I’m sorry. The what?” Lance asks.

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