Page 10 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“I was going to make a joke about how you are standing and how easy it would be for you to…”

“Uh huh. Shush and meditate with me,” he says, gently laying his forehead on mine. “Match your breathing to mine.”

“This is weird,” I mutter.

“Weirder than getting fucked by your shitty best friend’s brother?”

“No, I liked that part,” I say with a genuine smile. “Thank you for helping me take a break from reality.”

“I tried to keep them from coming after you. When Haley finally agreed to help, I said that I would too because you trusted me. I knew it would have been really terrible if Dad and Haley had come alone.”

“I’m going to kill her,” I say seriously.

“Good. Now hush,” he says. I match my breathing to his, and he gently strokes my cheeks with his fingertips. I relax and focus on just our breathing, letting the world drift away. After a while, he gently kisses my forehead. I tear up because I know he has to leave. Leaving means his stupid dad will come in here.

“I’m so sorry, Zoriah,” he says.

“Please don’t leave,” I cry. “I don’t want this. I just want to leave.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Remember what I said, okay? When you get scared, breathe with me. No matter where I am or what’s happening, think of this. Think of me holding you and breathing in sync with each other.”

“Please come back for me. Please,” I beg.

“I will. I promise,” he says. He hesitates for a second but leans down and kisses me softly. “I have to go now.”

“Okay,” I whimper, trying to sniff back my tears.

When he stands and steps back from me, a timer outside the room goes off. I close my eyes when I hear the door open. “Aht. Stay,” Doug says.

I feel the restraints being taken off me before I am pulled up to stand. When I open my eyes, I see Huxley standing at the other end of the table with Doug behind him.

Oh no…

“Check,” Doug says to Richard, who is behind me. Richard shoves me forward and bends me over the table before moving me up so that my feet aren’t touching the ground. I flinch when Richard sticks his finger inside of me and chuckles. “Our boy is a man now,” Richard says.

“How many times did she come?” Doug asks Huxley. I am up on my elbows, and our eyes are locked, and he looks fuckingterrified. We both understand what I am about to see happen to him.

“Uhm… Three?” Huxley says, unsure.

“How many, Zoriah?” Doug asks me.

“Uh…” I start. “Four.”

“So close,” Doug says. “One more, since you missed one.”

“Doug, please. You said…”

“I know what I said,” Doug interrupts. “I also said you had to get the number correct to know that you have been enlightened past training. Bend over.”

Huxley grits his teeth and tightens his hands into fists. He is angry, and I think it has to do with them forcing me to watch him get raped after they think he just raped me. “Or I can make you sit here and watch me whip Zoriah to absolve the last orgasm. If you are going to be soft, you can sit and monitor the—”

“Fine,” Huxley snaps. It takes him a second longer before he bends over at eye level with me.

“Hold hands,” Doug says. “We will channel our pleasure through the sacrifice. We will free ourselves from sin and seek refuge in enlightenment.”

“How do you wish for me to take the sacrifice?” Richard asks.

“Anally,” Doug says. Huxley takes my hands into his and rests his forehead on top. I lay my head down, but I start to cry as soon as I hear a bottle cap pop open. “Nice and easy, Richard. We don’t want to injure her.”

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