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“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 be so fucking 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 my entire 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 to survive knowing the atrocities that humans are capable of?

Why would I want to risk losing someone else the way I lost Mom?

She died for me, and it wasn’t fair. None of this is fair .

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 hammers into 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.

“What is it, Zoriah?” he asks.

“Please don’t tease me.”

“Oh, pretty girl,” he grins. “Teasing would be sliding my fingers into your dripping little cunt and watching you melt for me, Zoriah. I can show you teasing, and you’ll feel me for days.”

I swallow hard and blink at him, at a complete loss for words. My face is blazing hot, and I have an urge to disappear so he doesn’t know just how turned on I am.

“Tell me, pretty girl, if I reached between your beautiful thighs, how wet are you for me?”

“Stop,” I whine. “My brain can’t handle this, detective.”

“ Oh, is that how it is?” he asks. “Is that your way of saying you aren’t interested?”

“I didn’t say that.” I frown deeply and try to pull away from him. He doesn’t let me get up, so I get pissed off. “Let me go, dammit!”

Lance releases me just enough that I can turn, but he immediately grabs me by the throat and pulls me back against his chest. He squeezes my throat to the point that I can’t breathe as he speaks quietly in my ear. We are stopped in the driveway, and everyone is watching us with smirks and smiles.

“You are severely underestimating my limits, Riah. I will fuck that attitude out of you so hard that every time you think of being a fucking brat, you’ll remember how you cried for me and my cock.

I’m trying to be gentle with you, but you keep testing my patience,” he growls. “Are you going to behave?”

I rapidly shake my head and gasp for air when he releases my throat. When he unwraps his arm from around my waist, I yank the door open and jump out. “If you run, you better hide while you’re at it,” Lance warns as I slowly back up. “I’m serious, Zoriah. If you run from me, I’ll…”

I don’t give him a chance to finish his sentence before I turn and sprint toward the house.

Roman never locks his door, but right as I get there, I hear it engage.

I spin around to see Roman smiling at me with his phone in hand.

“Oops,” he says, his grin growing wicked when Lance steps around the vehicle and pulls his service weapon off his hip to hand to Ben.

“Oh, fuck,” I say.

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Lance asks me.

“Roman, unlock the fucking door,” I say, pulling on the door handle to get into the house.

“Mmm. No. I think I’d rather see the consequences of your bratty actions,” he muses. “Run, Zoriah. You’ve gotten this far.”

“Where?!” I shout in frustration.

“Where else?” Ben says, nodding toward the woods. Lance steps up on the porch, and I move to the railing at the far end.

“Go on. Jump,” Huxley encourages.

“If you run, I swear to God, I will take you to a tree and fuck you unconscious,” Lance warns. “I will welt your ass and make you regret every fucking second you decided to be a brat rather than talk to me.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” I say.

“Oh, sweetheart. I promise, if you run from me, you’ll be crying by the time I start fucking you. I promise this morning will seem like foreplay compared to what I’ll do to you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I say again, more so reminding myself.

“Then run, little brat. Run so I can catch myself a new little fuck toy.” Lance taunts me.

He steps closer, and I pull myself up to sit on the railing.

Lance grins at me and steps closer, triggering me to practically throw myself off the porch.

I nearly bust my ass when I hit the ground but stumble back and regain my footing.

Lance grabs the railing and easily leaps off the porch, making me turn and sprint.

I don’t go toward the woods but immediately regret it when I hear him advancing on me fast.

I scream when he wraps his arms around me, and we come crashing down to the ground. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my hips and pulls me back. “Get off of me, you psycho man!” I giggle and try to squirm free.

Lance fists my hair and yanks my head back, making me gasp. “Do you trust me, Zoriah?” he asks softly but with a dark and menacing tone of voice.

“Yes,” I reply. “Why does it sound like you are plotting?”

“When you tell them you want violence, what do you mean?” he asks quietly. “They can’t hear us.”

“I… Fuck, I will sound insane,” I sigh.

“Say it, pretty girl. Tell me what you want.”

“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.