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“Offer yourself up to the community. Everyone is going to be stressed. We will be needing an outlet and connection to God,” he says.

“Of course,” I say. I hate this so much. I know what it means. I know I’m going to be raped by everyone, men and women alike. I’ve been made to be an offering, and it was awful.”

“Be a good boy and get on your knees so we can use your throat,” Doug sneers. How fucking humiliating is it for them to make a six-foot-four, two-hundred-and-fifty pound straight man get on his knees to let himself be assaulted yet again? I’m strong enough to take them out but scared I won’t make my way back to Zoriah. I involved myself to try and save Haley, but she’s been a part of this her whole life. They’ve been playing Zoriah all along, and I didn’t find out until Haley agreed to get her here. I think Haley was reluctant for a while but finally was convinced to follow through. I was blind to it my whole life until they told me everything that had been done to Zoriah and why. I feel like a fucking idiot for not seeing it sooner. I could have warned Corbin at least. I could have saved her a long time ago if I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my own trauma.

I get down on my knees, and Doug chuckles as he unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out. I know what Richard is planning the moment Doug points for me to get on all fours. When I do, he grabs my hair and pushes down my throat. He holds still and stays as deep as he can while Richard works my pants and boxers down. “You look so weak on your knees for us, pretty boy. Ready to come for Daddy?” Richard asks as he puts lube in his hand. I expect him to slam into my ass, but he starts stroking my limp dick. If I fight, I die. I squeeze my eyes shut and just accept it.

“Oh, my sweet boy. I love how hard you get for Daddy,” Richard coos as he pumps my cock in his hand. The door comes open, and I hear Pamela laugh. “You want Mommy, don’t you?”

“Hard already?” Pamela asks as she kneels.

“Suck him,” Doug tells her. She immediately drops down and lays beneath me. I unintentionally groan when she takes my dick down her throat and sucks hard. Fuck, I hate this. Richard gives no warning before he sinks into my ass, and they all three violently take from me. Pamela is squeezing my balls, letting Richard’s thrusting push me down her throat. I hate that my body is responding. Doug is brutally taking my throat, and all I want to do is kill them. I am going to kill all of them.

“Fuck, son. Squeeze Daddy’s cock. Come for us, pretty boy. You can do it,” Richard grunts.

“Shit, I’m coming. Swallow my cock, pretty boy. Take my come. Fuck, yeah,” Doug moans as he takes my head between his hands and violently fucks my mouth. I gag when he starts to come, but he pushes deep and forces me to choke or swallow. When he pulls out, he kneels in front of me and pulls out his pistol. I grit my teeth and stare him down as Richard and Pamela work together to rape me. He presses it to the underneath of my chin to make me look up.

“Tell me what you want,” Doug tests me. I know what my answer is. I want them to die painfully slow. I can’t say that, though.

“To come,” I growl.

“Then beg me for it,” he smiles. “Show your faith like the pretty fuck toy you are, little boy.”

“Please make me come,” I say with so much hatred in my voice that he might actually pick up on it. Pamela takes all of my cockand sucks so hard that I involuntarily groan. I squeeze my eyes closed and imagine that it’s Zoriah. I would let that woman fuck my ass. Hell, I’d tie myself up to let her play but only as a treat to her. What I really want is to use her so brutally that she begs me to stop. The fucked-up part is she would let me. Imagining it’s her using my body, I can relax. When they force unwilling pleasure out, Richard moans and slams into me harder and harder as he comes.

“Get yourself off,” Doug says. “Fuck her throat.”

I let every bit of my anger channel into this and shove my hips down. Pamela immediately starts to fight when I go harder than she expected. “What’s wrong, bitch? I thought you wanted to help!” I yell at her.

“Doug,” Richard says when I flip everything on her, and now, I’m the one assaulting her. I am so fucking angry, and she’s the one getting my rage. I move to straddle her chest with her arms pinned to her sides and start throat-fucking her as hard and fast as I can. She is thrashing and sobbing around my cock, but it only makes me push deeper. I can feel her gagging, about to make her puke, and I laugh. Serves the bitch right. I don’t feel pleasure. I just feel rage. When I start to come, I pull out just in time for it to go all over her face. She is sobbing and I’ve never been prouder of myself.

“Was that necessary?” Richard asks as he helps Pamela up.

“I think you did great,” Doug says, smacking me on the back when I stand and fix my pants. “When we get Zoriah back, I want to see all of that anger for her, okay?”

“You got it,” I say with a forced smile. I will do whatever I have to do to get back to Zoriah and save her. If they want me to play their little games, I’ll make them fucking regret it. Come hell or high water, I am holding Doug down and showing him exactly what it feels like to have your sense of security stolen from you. I’ll save all my rage for him and fuck him bloody.

Chapter Nine

Zoriah

Three Weeks Later

I do the samefucking thing every damn day. I get up, go to work, come home, hide away, and continue to work, shower, read, and eventually go to sleep. I have violent nightmares all night to the point that Roman isn’t sleeping. I have been pretending to sleep the last few days for long enough so that Roman goes to sleep. Then I just stay awake all night. He thinks my nightmares have gone away, but I just haven’t slept in three days. I take little naps when I can, but I’m still exhausted.

I always have someone with me. Always. I cannot do one goddamn thing without someone being up my ass. Today I’m not giving them a choice but to leave me home alone. Dad and Corbin are talking with a builder. They’re planning on buying the property next to Roman’s to build two houses. Roman and Ben have an extremely important meeting. I am going to claim to have cramps and make them leave me here. I just want to be alone.

Everybody walks on eggshells with me. It’s always like they want to talk to me about something or want to ask a question, but they never do. They are secretive with their thoughts, and it’s annoying. They all annoy me. I just want them to open up and fucking talk to me, but they are terrified of triggering me. I would rather be triggered and get through this situation knowing what is on their minds than feel like a burden in a place that is supposed to be my home.

Roman and I cuddle every night, and I want him to fuck me senseless, but I can’t imagine actually consenting right now. I keep wanting him to just take it, but I won’t tell him to. I think it is that I expect him to, so I prepare myself, but he never does. I know he jerks off in the shower at night because I have frequently seen him do it. Maybe that’s creepy, but he keeps the door open when he thinks I’m asleep. I can then just lay in bed and watch. He has a massive cock that is undoubtedly going to stretch me like Huxley’s did. They’re both long and thick. God, I would love to have both of them take me so violently that I beg them to stop. I won’t want them to stop. No safe word. No way out. I just want them to absolutely fucking demolish me but then carefully put me back together after.

I’m lying in the bed watching the reflection in the bathroom. Every morning, he thinks I’m sleeping when he strokes his cock. Every morning, I lay here and imagine myself on my knees for him. He doesn’t know that I see him, but he’s about to. I get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. I don’t want him to get the chance to stop and pretend like he wasn’t doing it. I want to catch him mid-stroke and make him finish while I watch. I want him to know that I see and understand all I want is him, but I’m not ready for him. Before I step in, I pull off my clothes and prepare to step into the shower with him.

His eyes are closed, and he is going slow as I get to the glass shower door. As soon as I pull it open, his eyes snap open and we lock eyes. I simply smile and shut us in before sitting on the tile-covered bench. “Keep going,” I say.

“This is a dangerous game for you, mi amor,” he growls as he stands between my legs. He is fisting his cock, and he is at eye level. I could very easily take him down my throat. I want to do it so badly.

“Please don’t stop,” I say softly. “Go slow.”

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