Page 9 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Huxley asks.

“No. God, no. You’re okay. Don’t stop,” I groan.

“You feel… so fucking good,” he chokes out. He slowly fills me, and as he starts to fuck me, he turns the vibration up. I moan unexpectedly loud, and my body tightens around his cock. I shouldn’t like this. Neither of us wants this but he’s the only one I’d want to be forced to take me. I trust plenty of men, but it’s different with Huxley. He knows what it’s like to have something stolen from you through rape. He understands the helplessness.

“You’re torturing me,” I groan. “Please move faster.”

Huxley quickens his pace, and I moan. “Fuck, I’m going to hell for this,” Huxley mutters before shutting the toy off. He grabs hold of my thighs and slams into me, and his pace is immediately faster. He pulls an orgasm to the surface so fast that I nearly scream, but he is far from done. He has broken past the anxiety of potentially hurting me. I am nowhere near non-consenting. Maybe it’s fucked up, but I am choosing to find solace in sin.

“Oh God. Fuck, that’s good,” I moan. He lets his hands roam my body, and I can almost believe we are anywhere but here. There is a dread in the pit of my stomach reminding me that he will getkilled if he helps me escape. I desperately want out of here, but at what cost?

“Fuck,” he growls. Panic abruptly swarms my thoughts when we are reaching the edge. The realization that someone is coming in after him is suffocating. I know it’s not realistic to demand he get me out now. They know he isn’t willingly here, so he is having to build trust. This is the only way out: playing their game and waiting for the right moment.

“Focus on me. Nothing else, Zoriah,” he encourages. “Goddamn, you feel so good. Come with me, Riah.”

I groan deeply, and my eyes roll back when his final thrust shoves me off the edge and into something mind-blowing. Huxley stays inside of me and drops down to put his hands to either side of my body. We are both out of breath, but I am trying to not openly sob. I don’t want to think he did anything wrong, because he didn’t. This was a much-needed reprieve to keep me grounded in reality. What he and I did was not rape. I refuse to call it that, because that’s not what he did.

“Zoriah,” he says softly. “Please look at me.”

“How much time?” I whimper. “How much time until someone else comes in here and hurts me?”

“Twenty minutes,” he says. Huxley pulls out of me and gently kisses my belly before fixing his pants.

“I wanna go home,” I say tearfully. “Why did she have to do this? Why? I’ve been nothing but nice to her. I’ve supported everything she has ever done. Everything. Even when she fucked my boyfriends. Even when she stole from me. I was willing to support her going to this stupid fucking place, but she fucking sacrificed me instead.”

“Shhh,” Huxley says as he stands beside me and turns my face. I open my eyes, and he wipes tears from my cheek. “I swear on everything I am… I will get you out of here. I don’t care if I do it with my last dying breath, I will save you, Zoriah.”

“Is anyone going to brand me again?” I ask.

“No. They will keep you in here. Dad is coming in here next. Doug will show up every now and again,” he explains. “You absolutely need to just keep your mouth shut and do as they say. I know that is asking a lot when you are not in control of how you respond to trauma, but I have seen Doug whip women with a thin metal wire. I promise you, you do not want that.”

“That would cut me open,” I say.

“Yes, and he will dump alcohol on it after,” Huxley says bluntly. “No matter what they say or how they twist it, do not believe it. Assume everything is a lie, even when Doug is being nice. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

“For what, Zoriah?”

“Everything,” I say. “I know it wasn’t ideal, but…”

“Rape is rape, babe. Just because I was forced to do it, doesn’t change what it was,” he says. “Corbin is going to kill me if Doug doesn’t.”

“Corbin will not kill you for keeping me safe,” I say. “How am I going to get out of here?”

“So… Dad will take you out of the restraints. I’ll sneak in here at some point and get you a knife,” he says. “I need for you to get really comfortable with the idea of killing someone, because if I can’t do it for you, that will be your only way out. There are several other women here set up like you. They will all be busy, so as soon as you get out of this room, you run. I don’t give a fuck what is happening; you get yourself somewhere safe.”

“I can go…”

“Don’t tell me,” he says. “Just get out and run like hell. Okay?”

“What if you don’t come back?” I ask quietly.

“If I don’t come back, then it’s because I got myself killed,” he says. “I will come back for you, Zoriah.”

“My boss will go to Corbin,” I tell him.

“Good,” he says before moving to stand at my head. He leans down and takes my head between his hands, and I laugh. “What?”

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