Page 4 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“Well, she doesn’t have a choice,” Richard says.

“I’m not going anywhere with you freaks. Get the fuck out of my apartment,” I yell. I am starting to panic, and tears are welling up. This stupid fucking bitch and her crazy-ass family. What in the hell has she done?

I can’t get to the front door, so I turn and sprint toward my room. Right as I get past Haley, she grabs me by the hair and yanks me back so her dad can grab me. “Stop it!” I scream. “Get off of me. Let me go.”

“Shhhh,” Richard says as he wraps his hands around my throat. I start pulling at his hands, trying to breathe when he cuts off my air. He slides me up the wall so that my feet aren’t on the ground, and I fight with everything I have, which isn’t nearly enough. I hit and claw at him as he tightens his grip, and the world starts to go dark. My body is starting to feel heavy, and Iam getting weaker. His eyes look hollow and devoid of emotion as he strangles me. He is going to kill me, and she’s going to let him. As everything starts to fade away, I hear Haley’s voice. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Fuck!” I gasp and suddenly sit up when ice-cold water is dumped on me.

“I’ll have to work on your foul mouth,” a man says.

“Excited to see it, sir,” Richard says.

“And she is a virgin?” the man asks Haley.

“Yes, sir. She is a virgin.” Haley smiles.

“I’m right fucking here. Stop fucking talking about me like I am a goddamn object,” I shout. The man abruptly turns and slaps me across the face. Fire spreads across my cheek, and I tear up as I cover my burning skin with my hand.

“Never speak to your leader with such nasty words,” he scolds as he roughly grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him.

“You are not my leader. You’re a fucking fre—” The man cuts me off by shoving me down to the floor. I try to scoot away from him, but Haley grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back as he steps in front of me.

“If you’re going to have a potty mouth, I’ll put it to better use,” he seethes as he pulls his dick out.

“No. Please don’t!” I scream as I fight against Haley. Richard comes over and kneels behind me to grab my arms. Haley holds my head to keep me from moving as the man steps closer.

“If I feel teeth, I’ll pull them myself,” the man growls.

“Please don’t. Please,” I beg tearfully.

My mind is moving in a thousand directions, and I can’t understand how I got here. What the fuck is going on? Who is this man? Why the fuck did my friend just fucking sacrifice me to some freak cult leader? They are calling him “sir”. That has to be what this is, right?

Haley holds my head still as I try to turn away. He pinches my nose closed to force me to open my mouth. I try to fight it and hold my breath, but eventually my brain overrides my willpower, and I open my mouth. The man immediately shoves his dick down my throat, and I gag violently as he starts to thrust as hard as he can with a fast pace. He still has my nose pinched closed, and I can’t breathe.

“Suck and I’ll let you breathe,” he demands. I do as he says immediately and hollow my cheeks to suck on him. He releases my nose, and I can finally take short and shallow breaths. He places his hands over top of Haley’s and moves his hips faster. I hear unmistakable sounds of kissing and groaning as he takes his pleasure from my throat.

He goes on and on until the kissing stops, and he groans. The man takes over, holding my head still, and pushes violently deep. When he starts to come, he mutters what sounds like a prayer as he pinches my nose closed. Like this, I have no choice but to swallow. He keeps pumping his hips and muttering until he has forced me to take all of it. When he steps back, I drop to my hands and violently retch, begging my body to not turn inside out. I am gasping for air at the same time, and the room is spinning.

“She’s good for a virgin,” the man says. “We will have to train the gag reflex out of her, though.”

“Can I prep her for the ceremony?” Haley asks happily.

“Yeah. You and your mother can get her ready,” the man says. I pull myself up to my feet and back away when he walks toward me. I corner myself, and he boxes me in with his hands on the walls beside me.

“Who are you?” I ask with a shaky voice.

“Doug Peters,” he says simply. “Your new husband.”

“Like fuck you are,” I snap.

Doug grabs my chin, and I whimper in pain as he holds me against the wall. “You will not speak to me with a foul tongue. I can promise that things will get a lot harder for you if this is the route you want to take. Are you going to be a good girl, Zoriah?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” He smiles and pats my cheek. “Go in and get ready for the ceremony.”

When he steps back, Haley smiles at me. “I’m going to kill you,” I say through gritted teeth.

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