Page 69 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“I… want to be fucked like I don’t want it… I want to fight and lose,” I whisper. “But cared for after.”

“Then I want you to run like you truly want to get away,” he instructs. “Don’t stop fighting me, even when I’m fucking you. If you want to be fucked like my victim, then act like one.”

“Goddamn it, you are so sexy,” I groan. “Make me regret consenting to this.”

“You bet,” he chuckles and releases my hair. “Expect the others to play with you too. Huxley is dying to take your ass again.”

“I love being me sometimes,” I say.

“Ready?”

“Yes!” I say happily. Lance sits up and pats my ass. I scramble up and crawl away, but when he grabs my ankle, I kick back and hit him in the chest.

“Sorry!” I giggle as I jump up.

“You let her go!” Ben laughs.

“It’s time to hunt, boys,” Lance says.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Ben says excitedly, high-fiving Huxley.

“I don’t like how excited you all are for this,” I laugh as I walk backwards.

“Run, my sweet little victim. Run like your life depends on it,” Lance says with a much different tone. One that instantly makes me question my decision. It’s far too late now, so I turn and run.

When I get to the wood line, I disappear into the trees, and I am cloaked in darkness. I try to navigate the area by jumping over rocks and fallen trees. If I fall, I am done for right away. I can hear them behind me. Something about four giant men chasing me down like prey is both hot and scary. I know they will never give me more than I can take. I know that I am about to get triggered and given exactly the level of force I asked for, but they won’t truly hurt me. Why do I hope one of them will smack me? I highly doubt Huxley will, but the others will for sure. Would it be crossing a line if I bit them? If I am going to fight like a victim, nothing is off limits, right? I mean, I already know Lance is going to whip me with his belt. I can feel it in my bones that he will. I want to truly get fucked up by them, but it’s the aftercare once we get to the house that I want the most. I really don’t care how violent they get, because their doting will exceed anything they did by a long shot.

I am completely lost, and I think I am going in circles now. I hope Dad and Corbin don’t think something is actually wrong, because it would be weird to explain that I consented to them fucking me like it’s nonconsensual. Despite the fact that I am at their mercy, I also know that I have that one special word to get me out of it. It’s only supposed to be used if I wish for a change indynamic, but I know that if I said it, Roman would know exactly why and stop. If any of them thought I was reaching my limit, they would stop. I want this so badly, though, I am legitimately so goddamn wet, they will have absolutely no issues making sure they don’t cause damage.

I am so out of breath, but I know if I stop, I am done for. I might actually pass the fuck out from lack of oxygen if I don’t, though. When I get to a little bit of a clearing, I stop and put my hands on my knees, wheezing. I hear leaves crunching and twigs snapping as they surround me. “Oh, my damn,” I sputter and hold my chest as I gasp for air. “I can’t… I can’t breathe… Why’d you let me run so much? Goddamn.”

“Already giving up, Little Prey?” Roman asks as they close in on me. I stand up and glance around to see that they all have a downright evil look on their faces.

“Aww. Look at her. She has no idea what she’s done,” Lance muses.

“You told me to fight like a victim. I hope you know I’m gonna slap the taste out of your mouth, boy,” I say, and he grins.

“As if that will stop me,” he says.

“I expected more of a fight, honestly,” Ben says. “I didn’t peg her for this weak little bitch.”

“Oh, fuck you,” I snap at him.

“There ya go, whore. Get mad,” he says as I turn to look at him and I am immediately shoved backwards. When hands grab my waist, I instantly start fighting.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I yell, spinning to hit whoever touched me. When my hand connects with Lance’s face and he grins, my feigned anger flips to real panic. I back up a few steps, and they all laugh.

“Such a scared little whore,” Lance says. “Is that all the fight we get?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have smacked you,” I say. “I’m sor—”

Lance cuts off my apology when he slaps me across the face. The fire that flashes across my face puts everything into perspective, and I fight.

“You son of a bitch,” I seethe. When I lunge at him, Roman seizes my hair and throws me to the ground. “Stop! Let go!”

“Stop!” Ben mocks.

“Let go!” Huxley joins in.

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