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As they talk about me like I’m not here, I start to shut down. I am here, but I am separated from my brain. They cut all of my clothing off, and I am left naked in front of them. Paula walks around behind me and braids my hair down my back.

“We will have to work on her weight,” Paula says, patting my belly fat. “But as long as her cunt works, Master will be happy.”

“I can’t wait to see him break her in. It was so delightful when he took me for the first time. It taught me a lot,” Haley says.

“You did fight it for a while, but the master has his ways of relaxing us,” Paula smiles.

It dawns on me in this moment that I am going to be raped.

It’s not like I did not already know that, but that is what I’m faced with.

I am being sacrificed to the leader of a cult so that my idiotic so-called friend can be born again.

But on the same hand, the leader seems to fuck everybody.

Does he fuck the men too? This is some fucked-up Stockholm syndrome cult bullshit.

I think my brain shutting down is for the best because I’m a doormat.

Obviously, everyone has their limits, though.

I need to get the fuck out of here before I end up brainwashed like these idiots.

They start wiping my body down with wet cloths before leading me out of the room.

I pay attention to every inch of my surroundings as we walk.

I plan on escaping, so I need to know the layout of this building.

It seems as though we are in a large house.

I’m scared because simply cussing at the leader earned me getting violently throat-fucked, I don’t think I want to know what happens if I try to escape.

Part of me is starting to wish that the sacrifice was literal and I was about to just be slaughtered rather than raped.

I am led into what looks like a chapel, and I immediately know where I am.

The one-time Dad let me go anywhere overnight with Haley, her crazy parents ended up taking us to church.

That is where this is. It is a huge building that was a compound for the church.

It sits on a hundred acres, and the main driveway is one mile from my boss’s driveway.

I don’t think Haley knows this, so I’m going to keep that bit of information to myself.

There is a group of people to the left of the altar that are all women and a group across from them that is all men.

At the altar, Doug is standing in a long white robe.

Haley and Paula immediately go to their knees to bow, but Doug is focused on me.

“Make your sacrifice and lay her on the altar,” Doug says to Haley.

She immediately jumps up and drags me to the front.

I’m yelling at myself to fight, but I just mindlessly walk with her.

When she gets me up onto the small stage, Haley shoves me forward so that I’m bent over this altar.

She restrained my arms with leather cuffs so that I can’t sit up.

I’m on my elbows to be the most comfortable.

I think this is intentional because it forces me to look out at everyone.

She restrains my ankles so they are far apart and attached to the legs of the altar.

When she’s finished, she returns to her mother’s side in front of me.

“Bring in the brand.” Doug says.

“No. No. No,” I scream. “Please. Please don’t do this. Please stop.”

“Gag her,” Doug orders. “I only want to hear her sweet moans.”

Richard walks over, and I shake my head in defiance when I see that he has an O-ring gag.

I start crying when he forces my mouth open and places the ring behind my teeth so that my mouth is forced wide open.

My cries echo through the chapel, but they turn to sobs when Doug lays his hand on my lower back.

A man comes into the room and wheels a table in front of me. On the table is something that looks like a metal tube. I can feel the heat emanating from whatever is sitting on the table. The man pulls the stick from the metal box, and it’s a brand.

I assume the brand is their symbol. It is two infinity signs crossed over one another to make the shape of a four-leaf clover. These stupid fucking people are about to brand me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“People of Christ. We are gathered here today so that Miss Haley Fields can make the ultimate sacrifice to be reborn,” Doug says. “Tonight, I take on my virgin wife. Through her body we will find salvation.”

“Through her body, we find salvation,” everyone chants back to him.

“Remember that the pleasure we create is not for us, but for God. Let us go forward through our sacrifice. Men, remember that the sacrifice is on birth control and is not harboring any evil that will spread to us. Fill her with your seed and let her feel the warmth of salvation.”

That’s fucking nasty. I don’t even know what to think right now, but I can’t stop crying. I can’t. “Ready your sacrifice, Haley,” Doug says. “Remember, our pleasure is God’s pleasure.”

“Yes, sir,” she says happily.

I drop my head on my arms when she touches my hip.

Doug does something to the table so that it lifts my hips up, and my feet are no longer touching the ground.

This puts me at an angle so that I am entirely open and exposed.

This alone is traumatizing. I don’t know what to think about this betrayal.

She was always a shit friend, but I never thought she would hurt me.

I never thought she would let anyone else hurt me.

You think you know someone, but do you really?

I hear a bottle open seconds before her cold hands gingerly stroke over my clit. My cries turn to sobs as she lightly touches me. “It was hard the first time for me too,” she says nonchalantly. “Relax and let me give your pleasure to God.”

I scream when she shoves three fingers inside of me, and pain flutters deep in my belly.

She starts to slowly move her hand in and out of me whilst still rubbing my clit.

It’s tricking my body, but I stay tense.

Sobs rack my throat as she picks up speed and my thighs start to quiver.

I never imagined that I would be raped by my best friend.

That’s what she is supposed to be. She’s supposed to be my best friend, but she is my rapist.

“Good girl, Haley. Keep going,” Doug says softly to her.

“She’s already so wet, sir,” Haley says cheerfully. “I thought with her fighting…”

“She craves this, just like you did. She wants to come for God. For the people of Christ. Help her find salvation, Haley. She is a sacrifice worth making, remember? You are doing so well.”

She moves her fingers inside of me as her speed is unrelenting.

I am trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t escape it.

Sobs and moans pour out of me as I am dragged closer and closer to a forced release.

My fingernails are digging into the wood of the altar, and the pain from that distracts me from the absolute dread in my chest.

“She’s so close, Haley. Push deeper. See how her body is shaking? She wants this, Haley. She wants you to save her,” Doug says. “Save her, Haley. Give her pleasure to God.”

As everything boils over, she becomes giddy. “She’s coming! I feel it. She’s so tight, sir.”

“Don’t stop until the sin floods from her body,” Doug says. “Make her weep for God, Haley. You know what to do.”

“Come for God, Zoriah. Let me save you,” she says as she curls her fingers and fucks me harder with her hand.

A disgusting noise comes out of me as my body goes stiff.

She won’t let up, and it continues to grow.

My whole body is trembling, and I can’t stop the obnoxious sounds from coming out of me.

Just before an orgasm is forced out of me, she stops and pulls out of me.

“I want to taste God’s pleasure like Mom did for me,” she says happily.

“Good girl,” Doug groans when she drops to her knees behind me and grabs my hips.

This sick motherfucker is getting off on this.

What kind of fucking freak do you have to be?

I unwillingly moan when her tongue flicks across my clit, but I scream out when she suddenly starts to suck hard.

I am unable to fight the feeling as she buries her face in me and forces out an orgasm.

She doesn’t stop, and the feeling doesn’t go away.

My screams are echoing through the room as she rubs my hips as if comforting me through my forced release.

Suddenly, something else explodes, and warmth floods from my body.

My body is nearly convulsing as it splashes down to the stage.

“Good job, Haley. You did so well,” Doug says as he stands her up. I am back to hysterically sobbing, and I choose to ignore Doug grabbing the brand. “God, we give you this sacrifice, and with this mark, we open a free line to give our pleasure to you.”

When the blazing hot metal presses against my lower back, the scream that comes out of me doesn’t sound human.

My voice breaks, and I violently shake as my skin continues to sizzle.

It is only pressed against me for a few short seconds, but in that time, I wish for death.

The pain is immense, and even when it is pulled off of me, it doesn’t stop.

“Through this mark, you are mine,” Doug says to me. “Let us honor this joining by giving our pleasure to God.”

He abruptly grabs my hips and slams his dick deep inside of me.

The sudden intrusion followed by his speed instantly becomes a punishing.

I go silent, and it distracts me from the pain for a moment.

He is slamming into me as he rapes me, and it’s his moans that sound through the room.

I quickly start to disassociate as my brain no longer wishes to be a part of this situation.

I’m tired of fighting what I can’t stop.

I have faced tragedy in my life, but this is a horrific event that never should’ve happened.

I should be at home with my books, but instead they are sacrificing Zariah to steal pleasure for God.