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“Oh God. Fuck, that’s good,” I moan. He lets his hands roam my body, and I can almost believe we are anywhere but here. There is a dread in the pit of my stomach reminding me that he will get killed if he helps me escape. I desperately want out of here, but at what cost?

“Fuck,” he growls. Panic abruptly swarms my thoughts when we are reaching the edge.

The realization that someone is coming in after him is suffocating.

I know it’s not realistic to demand he get me out now.

They know he isn’t willingly here, so he is having to build trust. This is the only way out: playing their game and waiting for the right moment.

“Focus on me. Nothing else, Zoriah,” he encourages. “Goddamn, you feel so good. Come with me, Riah.”

I groan deeply, and my eyes roll back when his final thrust shoves me off the edge and into something mind-blowing.

Huxley stays inside of me and drops down to put his hands to either side of my body.

We are both out of breath, but I am trying to not openly sob.

I don’t want to think he did anything wrong, because he didn’t.

This was a much-needed reprieve to keep me grounded in reality.

What he and I did was not rape. I refuse to call it that, because that’s not what he did.

“Zoriah,” he says softly. “Please look at me.”

“How much time?” I whimper. “How much time until someone else comes in here and hurts me?”

“Twenty minutes,” he says. Huxley pulls out of me and gently kisses my belly before fixing his pants.

“I wanna go home,” I say tearfully. “Why did she have to do this? Why? I’ve been nothing but nice to her.

I’ve supported everything she has ever done.

Everything. Even when she fucked my boyfriends.

Even when she stole from me. I was willing to support her going to this stupid fucking place, but she fucking sacrificed me instead. ”

“Shhh,” Huxley says as he stands beside me and turns my face. I open my eyes, and he wipes tears from my cheek. “I swear on everything I am… I will get you out of here. I don’t care if I do it with my last dying breath, I will save you, Zoriah.”

“Is anyone going to brand me again?” I ask.

“No. They will keep you in here. Dad is coming in here next. Doug will show up every now and again,” he explains.

“You absolutely need to just keep your mouth shut and do as they say. I know that is asking a lot when you are not in control of how you respond to trauma, but I have seen Doug whip women with a thin metal wire. I promise you, you do not want that.”

“That would cut me open,” I say.

“Yes, and he will dump alcohol on it after,” Huxley says bluntly. “No matter what they say or how they twist it, do not believe it. Assume everything is a lie, even when Doug is being nice. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

“For what, Zoriah?”

“Everything,” I say. “I know it wasn’t ideal, but…”

“Rape is rape, babe. Just because I was forced to do it, doesn’t change what it was,” he says. “Corbin is going to kill me if Doug doesn’t.”

“Corbin will not kill you for keeping me safe,” I say. “How am I going to get out of here?”

“So… Dad will take you out of the restraints. I’ll sneak in here at some point and get you a knife,” he says.

“I need for you to get really comfortable with the idea of killing someone, because if I can’t do it for you, that will be your only way out.

There are several other women here set up like you.

They will all be busy, so as soon as you get out of this room, you run.

I don’t give a fuck what is happening; you get yourself somewhere safe. ”

“I can go…”

“Don’t tell me,” he says. “Just get out and run like hell. Okay?”

“What if you don’t come back?” I ask quietly.

“If I don’t come back, then it’s because I got myself killed,” he says. “I will come back for you, Zoriah.”

“My boss will go to Corbin,” I tell him.

“Good,” he says before moving to stand at my head. He leans down and takes my head between his hands, and I laugh. “What?”

“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 fucking terrified. 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.”

“It’s hard to not just sink in,” Richard grunts. I make the mistake of looking up, and I see Doug inject something into the base of his dick. He makes the same grunt, and I realize it’s to make them last longer. They are going to take up the whole fucking hour with this torture.

“Let her invite you in. She will. They all do,” Doug says as he moves away from Huxley and goes out of sight. Richard does as well and I take the time to try and calm down.

“I’m so sorry,” Huxley whispers, almost inaudibly. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

His voice is trembling, and I can tell he’s scared.

I have the same fear going through my mind right now.

It’s the fear of the unknown but the certainty of negativity.

It’s a dread that you cannot get rid of.

“Breathe with me,” I reply just as quietly.

He squeezes my hands as if to thank me before we even our breathing and fall into perfect synchrony with each other.

“Don’t think of this as a punishment, Huxley,” Doug says in a mocking tone. “This is your chance to be a conduit for pleasure. Mine feeds through you, and together, ours moves through the sacrifice and straight to God. He wants this from us, Huxley. This is an honor. Understand?”

“Yes,” Huxley seethes.

“I’m sorry?” Doug replies.

“Yes, Master,” Huxley says as his voice breaks. I squeeze his hands to get him to focus on me, and he tightens his grip back. Without a word, we are communicating.

“Because you have been a good boy, I will use the sucking machine on you. You come so much harder this way,” Doug says. “Zoriah, you’ll get something similar to help relax you. We don’t want to hurt you, okay?”

“Fuck you,” I snap. Doug walks around and grabs me by the hair to jerk my head back.

“Lose the attitude, or I swear I will whip you bloody before having all three of your tight little holes filled for the next three days. This can be as easy or as hard as you want to make it. Do you understand me, Zoriah?” Doug says with a dangerously low tone.

Huxley squeezes my hands tight to tell me to shut the fuck up.

“Yes,” I say coldly.

“Now apologize to your master,” Doug demands.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I say.

“Good girl. Now relax and let us all come together for God,” he says as he lets go of me.