Page 67 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“Yeah,” I sigh. We walk inside, and at first, I don’t recognize anything, but then we walk into the chapel. My eyes immediately find the altar, and flashes of memories from when Haley and Doug assaulted me worm their way back to the forefront of my mind. The closer I get, the more tears well up in my eyes until they spill down my cheeks. I can still hear myself screaming and begging for them to stop.BeggingGod for mercy. God was not here, though, because this was hell. Now, it’s just a shell of a terror-filled memory.

We leave the room and wander aimlessly. Huxley explains what rooms were dedicated to what, who stayed where, and how life was from day to day. Eventually, we come to a familiar room, and more tears spill down my cheeks as I walk inside. The floor is blood-stained and that brings a tearful laugh out of me.

“Is that blood?” Dad asks.

“It is,” Lance says. “Doug’s second in command was found dead in here.”

“I knew you killed him, Riah. I just didn’t expect so much blood,” Corbin says. “Good for you.”

“This is where,” Huxley starts to say.

“Where I was raped for three days straight. Where you were forced to have sex with me. Where you were raped,” I say.

“The rest of the church was found at the end of that tunnel, minus Doug and Richard,” Lance says as he looks at his phone. “They were all shot.”

“Damn,” I say.

“Mhmm. There is a ladder that led them out and to the surface,” he says.

I look over at Huxley, and he is staring at me. Everyone is watching us as he slowly backs me against the metal table where he once fucked me. When he grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head up with his thumb, Dad clears his throat. “Uhm… Corbin and I are going to go outside,” he says.

“Yeah… I’m… bye…” Corbin says as he and Dad leave the room. When the door clicks shut, I instantly panic. When I spin around to run to the door, Huxley wraps his arms around my body so that my arms are pinned under his.

“Stop! Let go!” I scream. The weight of my memories is too much to bear. I am in a room full of people, yet I am alone in a room with the men who raped me again. Doug is the one who has a hold on me, even though I know it’s not true. How can my brain besofucking convinced of something, yet I still understand reality? I’m just below the surface, drowning in the painful truth that I was more than just raped. I was prey for monsters to hunt and steal from. Every time Richard raped me in my sleep, he stole something from me. I was used and manipulated by a woman who pretended to be my friend for myentire life,practically. I was a pawn in their twisted little games, and no one saved me until it was nearly too late. How am I supposed tosurvive knowing the atrocities that humans are capable of? Why would Iwantto risk losing someone else the way I lost Mom? She died for me, and it wasn’t fair. None of this isfair. I’ve been drowning in a sacrificial pool of abuse and manipulation since the night I lost my mom, and I’m tired of trying to drag myself out of the depths to find some semblance of peace. Everyone I touch gets dragged in with me, and I can’t handle knowing my existence is the reason others are suffering. Mom, Dad, Corbin and my partners.God, my partners. Why does loving them cause so much disarray? Why are they at risk for being loved by me?

My spiral of fear and anger is wasted when Huxley grabs my hips and surges into my pussy. I am suddenly hyperaware of my surroundings, and I relax. I’m safe. Huxley has me bent over the table. Roman, Ben, and Lance all have their hands on me as Huxley slowly fucks me hard and deep. Soft moans and whimpers escape my lips, and I relax against the cool surface of the table. My face is puffy from sobbing through my earlier panic, but a delicious ache is growing in my belly. When someone grabs my hands, I lift my head to find that Lance is leaning over the table with my hands in his to be at eye level with me.

“There you are, pretty girl. Does that feel good?” Lance asks softly.

“Yes,” I gasp when Huxley slams back into me. “Fuck, that’s so good… I’m sorry I…”

“Shhh, baby. Don’t apologize,” Roman says, stroking my hair as Ben rubs my back.

“I panicked,” I choke out.

“And now you’re going to come for us,” Huxley grunts and steadily quickens his pace.

“We’ve got you, Riah,” Ben says. “None of them will ever be able to hurt you again.”

“Oh God! Please! Harder, Hux,” I moan.

Huxley’s chuckle is downright menacing as he tightens his grip on me. He suddenly and violently starts fucking me into screams and pleas for mercy. Lance grabs my chin and makes me look at him.

“That hurts,” I whimper as he rails into me. “Fuuuuck!”

“Scream, Riah,” Lance says. “Such a good little whore. Do you like the way he fucks you?”

“Yes!” I moan. Huxley groans and pushes deeper as he pulls me back. Roman reaches between my legs and starts rubbing my clit, and my eyes roll back. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Oh my God!”

The buildup is agonizingly slow, but when it breaks, I come crashing down into an orgasm that has me pushing my hips back to meet his brutal thrusts. Our bodies collide, and we stay in a perfect rhythm. Even when I have tears streaming down my face, neither of us stop, or slow down. I’m completely fucking lost in these blissful feelings. When Huxley starts to come, he hammersinto me, fucking his come as deep as he can, forcing one final mind-melting orgasm out of me. The moment he pulls out of me, my knees give out. Someone scoops me into their arms before I hit the ground, and I feel safe.

Completely unaware of who has me or where we are going, I am carried while being held against their chest. At some point I realize we are sitting in a vehicle, so I turn to him more. When he starts rubbing my back, I groan as I relax. “Be careful making those noises, pretty girl. You’re too tempting to not slip my cock into your cunt,” Lance whispers in my ear.

I whine and bury my face deeper into his chest to hide the blush burning in my cheeks. “What’s wrong?” Huxley asks.

“She’s just feeling a bit shy,” Lance chuckles and lifts my chin. I try to pull away, but he grips my chin and kisses me. “Don’t hide from me, love.”

“Lance,” I whine.

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