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Zoriah

“Wake up,” a voice says as water is dumped on me. I don’t panic like I did last time. Pain is stabbing through my back as I lay face up on a hard table. My arms are restrained to my thighs, and my legs are pulled up and separated as far apart as possible.

“There she is,” Doug says. “Can you hear us?”

“Do I have a choice?” I ask coldly.

“No,” Doug laughs. “Would you like to know what the plan is, or do you want to have an attitude?”

“I want to know,” I say with a small voice.

“Good,” he says. “For the next seventy-two hours you will help us give our pleasure to God. You will remain in this room, and someone will visit with you for an hour. Everyone will have their own method for how they give their pleasure to God. Some will use your pleasure, some will use their own, and if God wills it, both of you will give your pleasure.”

“You’re all insane,” I say simply. “You’ll burn in hell for this.”

“It will take time, but you’ll thank me some day, Zoriah,” he says. “Huxley?”

“Do I have to go first? God…”

“God spoke through me, and it is time for you to give yourself to him, Huxley,” Doug says simply. “You have acted as a channel for our pleasure for a long time now. It’s time you give yours to God. She needs your guidance.”

“Yes, sir,” Huxley says.

“We will be watching. You have a wall full of items to help ensure that you both come for God,” Doug says. “Keep her wet and her body willing. We don’t want her to be injured. Okay?”

“Okay,” he whispers.

“Keep the door closed. It’s important that the sounds stay with God,” he says. I hear footsteps before a door shuts behind me.

I am staring up at the ceiling, and Huxley isn’t close to me.

I think he is as unwilling as I am. He fell off the map weeks ago, and not even Corbin could get ahold of him.

Corbin is my older brother and his best friend.

We’ve all known that Huxley struggles with depression.

He will sometimes disappear for weeks to a month to center himself before moving on.

If Corbin knew exactly what was happening right now, he would kill Huxley.

Corbin doesn’t trust many people with me, and I should’ve listened to him whenever he did not trust Haley. He trusted Huxley, though.

“Please don’t,” I choke out when he steps closer to me.

“I don’t have a choice,” he says tearfully.

“Please, Huxley,” I beg through my tears. He steps to the end of the table and cautiously rests his hand on my hip. “Please don’t!”

“Zoriah, they’ll kill me. I don’t have a choice,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t. Please believe me. I don’t want this. I was trying to save Haley, but… she’s just as bad as them. I don’t have a choice. Please, believe me.”

“I want my daddy,” I cry. My dad might be a drunk, but he loves me.

He and Corbin are the most comforting people I’ve ever known.

They could save me. I know they would. I got into an argument with Dad about his drinking again, and now I’m regretting everything I said.

I regret telling him that I wished it was him and not Mom who died.

Corbin got so mad at me because he tries.

He tries so hard to stay clean, but the depression sucks him down again every time.

Losing Mom in such a horrific way broke him.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” Huxley says as he cries with me. “I swear to God, I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

“Fuck your God,” I snap.

“Their God is the devil in disguise. There is no God in these walls. These people are demons,” he says as he steps closer and puts his hands on my hips.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I cry. “They burned me. Please don’t do that. Please.”

“I won’t cause you pain. I promise,” he says. “I can’t get you free if they kill me.”

“I don’t want this,” I sniff.

“I know,” he says weakly. “I have to start, Zoriah. Please try to relax. Please.”

I can hear the pain in his voice, and for whatever reason, I believe him.

I nod and take a deep breath. He sighs heavily, and I let myself look at him.

His eyes are red and puffy. I have no doubt now that he doesn’t want to be here.

He was trying to save his sister, but now he’s here.

She probably talked him into coming here, spouting some bullshit about just doing it one time with her.

They’ve probably been working on her for a while.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” he pleads. “I can’t do this if you look at me like that.”

“You aren’t lying,” I say.

“No,” he says. “Fuck. Why can’t I just do it? They all make it seem so easy. I can’t even get hard.”

“Damn. Thanks, Huxley,” I say, forcing a small smile.

“No. No. No. That’s not what I meant. I just mean…”

“I know,” I say. “It’s because you aren’t a rapist. They are. They are fucking delusional.”

“I don’t know what to do. The next will know if I don’t… fuck, I hate this,” he says.

“Are you sure they can’t hear?” I ask.

“Yeah. The camera is only on the door,” he says.

“Some bullshit about how pleasure is only for God. He said they’ll be watching, but I know they haven’t.

Haley fucked his second in command in here a few days ago.

No one was allowed to touch her but Doug, Mom, and Dad until she chose her sacrifice.

Technically me too, but they can kill me for all I care. I’m not doing that.”

“But you’ll do me?” I ask.

“This is different. They’re using you for some stupid ritual. Haley is absolving her sins so Doug will marry her too. Then she gets to be fucked by everyone all of the time,” he says. “You are mandatory.”

“Gang rape. Wonderful,” I deadpan. “Just do what you want or open a window so I can throw myself out of it.”

“I don’t know how, but I’m getting you out of here,” he says.

“You need to be hard if you’re going to fuck me,” I say simply.

“I know,” he sighs. “I don’t know how to fix that.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to help you do this, but… just work your way up to it,” I say. “If I’m relaxed, you’ll relax.”

“Right. You’re right,” he says as he steps away from me and goes to the giant wall of toys. “This is so fucked up.”

“Just don’t cause me pain,” I say.

“Just don’t cry,” he says. “Serious boner killer.”

I can’t help but laugh at his lame attempt at a joke. “My back hurts. You can’t make me laugh.”

“I cleaned and covered it while you were out,” he says as he gently drags his fingers up my inner thigh. I flinch and close my eyes to try and relax. I don’t want to make things more difficult for him.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“When I get you out of here, you’ll need to get it checked. I’ll try to find a way before Tuesday because that's when he's going to legally marry you,” he says.

“Rome will look for me,” I say. “I never miss work.”

“They don’t know you have a job. Haley never told them,” he says. “Make them think you have no one to run to, and they’ll give you more freedom.”

“Okay. Stop stalling, Huxley,” I say.

“Fuck. Right. Okay. I can do this,” he sighs.

“Does it help if I say I trust you?” I ask.

“Yes,” he admits.

“You are not a rapist, Huxley. I trust you to get me out of here,” I say. “Just do what you need to do. I’m not blaming you.”

“Thank you,” he whispers. I can’t see a way out of this, but I don’t want him to die because he won’t fuck me. He needs to at least be able to get hard. Huxley starts to gently rub my clit, and I’m immediately tense again. I am starting to cry again, and I can’t stop it. “I won’t hurt you.”

“Please stop going slow,” I say tearfully. “I’ll panic.”

“Alright,” he says. I hear the vibrations, and before I can panic, he presses it against my clit. I gasp as I arch off the table as the feeling cuts through me. “There ya go. Relax.”

“That,” I groan. “Keep talking to me.”

“Imagine we are in your apartment,” he says.

“Somewhere else,” I moan.

“My apartment,” he says. “It’s my bed you’re tied to.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “Your mattress sucks.”

“So picky,” he chuckles. I open my eyes and see that his are closed.

He is desperately trying to create a world that is anywhere but here.

This pretend talk is just as much for him as it is for me.

Focusing on him helps me relax, and I see relief sweep over his body.

He slowly pushes his fingers inside of me and starts to fuck me with his hand.

“Oh shit, Huxley,” I moan. His eyes open, and that does it. Moaning his name without crying for him was what he needed to hear. I smile softly at him, and he sighs.

“No thinking, Huxley. We are in your apartment,” I say before closing my eyes. I am trying my best to fend off an orgasm.

“God, forgive me,” Huxley prays before slowly pushing into me.

“Oh, dear God,” I gasp as he stretches me. The feeling is so different from when Doug raped me. My reaction makes Huxley stop before completely filling me.

“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.