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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 in dynamic, 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.

They all practically dogpile on me and start ripping my clothes off.

I know damn well I am safe, but I easily slip into my role and scream as I thrash and fight against them.

I hit anyone who gets close enough; otherwise I kick at them.

Getting slapped in the face solidified that they are matching my level of force, and I swear to God, I might actually come if someone slaps me again.

God, I’m fucked in the head.

Huxley pulls off my shoe, and when I kick back at him, he grunts when I hit him in the abdomen. It stuns him for a second, and I start crawling away. Right as I am about to get up, he grabs both of my ankles and pulls.

“No, no, no. Wait. Hux, please!” I scream as I claw at the earth to get away from him.

Hands grab my wrists, and my arms and legs are stretched out and pinned down.

When I hear Lance yank his belt off, I start screaming and fighting, trying to pull myself free.

Lance swings the belt down, and it strikes across my ass, and I let out a shrill scream.

He starts hitting me over and over again from the backs of my knees to the top of my back.

Each hit is like a blade made of fire stabbing into me.

I am quickly brought to hysterical tears, but I keep fighting.

It's right now that I realize what they are doing. This is about kinky fun, yes, but this is about retraining me to fight. I was conditioned unknowingly for my entire life to just take it, but not anymore. This is them teaching me to fight like hell. I stop begging them to stop, and I just fight. All my rage is channeled into this moment, and while the memories are present in my thoughts, it’s not suffocating.

I’m not triggered even a little bit, but I am processing everything through each hit I take.

Before I reach the point of my body giving up, I am released, and I instantly try to get up and run again. I don’t get far before Huxley grabs my hips and shoves me back down. He keeps one hand between my shoulder blades so I can fight but not escape.

“Get off me!” I scream and thrash.

“Scream louder, whore. No one can fucking hear you,” Huxley growls before moving his hand back to my hips and pulling me up to my knees. The others put their hands on my back so my chest stays pinned, and I am completely helpless.

“Stop!” I beg. “Please, Hux…”

Huxley ignores me and slams into my pussy so hard that real pain shoots through me.

I let out a shrill scream when he starts pounding into me as fast and hard as he can.

With zero lead-up or warning, Huxley abruptly pulls out and shoves his cock into my ass.

The noise that comes out of me is completely unhinged, and the pain in my belly as he pushes me flat and starts fucking my ass is nearly unbearable.

“Take my cock, whore. This ass is mine,” Huxley grunts as he brutally fucks me. “Filthy fucking bitch. Scream.”

I am sobbing when he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back as far as he can. “Look at her. Fucking pathetic,” Ben mocks as he kneels in front of me.

“Please,” I beg. Ben smacks me so hard that it stuns me for a second. “Please sto—” I don’t even get my plea out of my mouth before he slaps me again.

“Stop fucking begging, Zoriah,” he says seriously. “Fucking fight. Never beg for mercy.”

I whimper instead, and he grabs my bottom jaw to force my mouth open.

I violently gag when he shoves his cock down into my mouth and starts fucking my throat.

He keeps my mouth open, and at first I don’t get why until that goddamn belt strikes me across the back again.

My screams are garbled, but neither of them slows down.

Never before have I come so hard while sobbing.

Despite how fucking violent they are being, they are making sure I am still coming.

A few times Huxley has come close to pushing me too far, but he backs off before pushing me past my limits.

Every time I nearly throw up, Ben pulls out of my mouth and smacks my cheek.

It’s both comforting, because I don’t throw up, and hot as fuck because, apparently, I like being slapped by them.

Ben switches to holding the sides of my face and pushing deeper. His moans are fucking incredible, prompting me to suck hard. “Fuck yes, suck my cock,” Ben moans. “Jesus Christ, Riah… Fuck, I’m gonna come. Swallow, Riah. Take every fucking drop.”

Ben fucking whimpers as he comes, and something about that sends me spiraling into an orgasm.

When my arousal floods out of me, Huxley presses his body into mine.

I am on my elbows with my head dropped into my hands as he moans and grunts as he fucks me through his release.

When he pulls out of me, I am flipped to my back, and Ben pulls my arms above my head to keep me pinned.

“So fucking helpless,” Roman says as he kneels between my legs. Lance holds one leg while Huxley holds the other, and I am unable to move. Roman slides his hands up my body and squeezes my breasts in his large hands. He is looking for a reaction but gets nothing from me.

“What a brave whore,” Roman laughs and grabs my nipples.

“Don’t you fucking do it!” I yell at him. “Don’t…”

Roman twists my nipples, and I scream and arch off the ground. I am brought back to tears, and just as I think he might actually hurt me, he lets go and slaps the fuck out of the side of my titty. “Fuck! You fucking asshole!” I scream at him.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you scream in pain, little prey,” Roman says, slapping my other breast just as hard.

“Fucking stop it!” I yell.

“No,” he says, barking a laugh when he smacks my breast again and again, alternating sides.

“Fuck!” I shout again. He twists my nipples again and when he gets me to the point of sobbing again, he surprises me by leaning back and slapping my pussy.

Sure, it hurts, but the most feral moan echoes through the trees, and he does it again.

The pussy slaps are directly to my clit, and in just a few hits, I come so hard that stars flood my vision, and I am dead silent.