Page 5 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“It’s a sacrifice worth making,” she says sweetly as he grabs my wrist. “As are you. Sacrificing Zoriah to the all-powerful leader of the People of Christ.”

“Do they know you’re a whore who will fuck anything that moves?” I ask harshly.

“I was stuck in sin for choosing faith,” she says. “This is my way to Christ. Through your sacrifice, I am reborn.”

“You are a fucking lunatic,” I laugh dryly. How in the fuck did I miss this? She is so goddamn crazy. Was she ever separated from her parents? All I know is I need to get the fuck away from this place, but I don’t know where I am. I was in and out of it on the way here, so I know we are still in town. We are out in the woods, so I suspect we are on the north side of the city. If I am right, I might be within a few miles of Roman’s house.

“As entertaining as this is, she needs to be ready in ten minutes,” Doug says.

“Let’s go,” Haley says as she pulls me out of the room. I see her mom and give up. I was going to just punch the bitch in the face and run, but her dumbass mom will just grab me.

“Oh, good. She’s here,” Paula says with a smile.

“You missed it. He took her throat,” Haley says as she hugs her mother.

“Aw. Shame,” Paula says. “We will get to see more soon, though.”

“Huxley is excited,” Haley remarks as I am pulled into a room.

As they talk about me like I’m not here, I start to shut down. I am here, but I am separated from my brain. They cut all of my clothing off, and I am left naked in front of them. Paula walks around behind me and braids my hair down my back.

“We will have to work on her weight,” Paula says, patting my belly fat. “But as long as her cunt works, Master will be happy.”

“I can’t wait to see him break her in. It was so delightful when he took me for the first time. It taught me a lot,” Haley says.

“You did fight it for a while, but the master has his ways of relaxing us,” Paula smiles.

It dawns on me in this moment that I am going to be raped. It’s not like I did not already know that, but that is what I’m faced with. I am being sacrificed to the leader of a cult so that my idiotic so-called friend can be born again. But on the samehand, the leader seems to fuck everybody. Does he fuck the men too? This is some fucked-up Stockholm syndrome cult bullshit. I think my brain shutting down is for the best because I’m a doormat. Obviously, everyone has their limits, though. I need to get the fuck out of here before I end up brainwashed like these idiots.

They start wiping my body down with wet cloths before leading me out of the room. I pay attention to every inch of my surroundings as we walk. I plan on escaping, so I need to know the layout of this building. It seems as though we are in a large house. I’m scared because simply cussing at the leader earned me getting violently throat-fucked, I don’t think I want to know what happens if I try to escape. Part of me is starting to wish that the sacrifice was literal and I was about to just be slaughtered rather than raped.

I am led into what looks like a chapel, and I immediately know where I am. The one-time Dad let me go anywhere overnight with Haley, her crazy parents ended up taking us to church. That is where this is. It is a huge building that was a compound for the church. It sits on a hundred acres, and the main driveway is one mile from my boss’s driveway. I don’t think Haley knows this, so I’m going to keep that bit of information to myself. There is a group of people to the left of the altar that are all women and a group across from them that is all men. At the altar, Doug is standing in a long white robe.

Haley and Paula immediately go to their knees to bow, but Doug is focused on me. “Make your sacrifice and lay her on the altar,” Doug says to Haley. She immediately jumps up and drags me to the front. I’m yelling at myself to fight, but I justmindlessly walk with her. When she gets me up onto the small stage, Haley shoves me forward so that I’m bent over this altar. She restrained my arms with leather cuffs so that I can’t sit up. I’m on my elbows to be the most comfortable. I think this is intentional because it forces me to look out at everyone. She restrains my ankles so they are far apart and attached to the legs of the altar. When she’s finished, she returns to her mother’s side in front of me.

“Bring in the brand.” Doug says.

“No. No. No,” I scream. “Please. Please don’t do this. Please stop.”

“Gag her,” Doug orders. “I only want to hear her sweet moans.”

Richard walks over, and I shake my head in defiance when I see that he has an O-ring gag. I start crying when he forces my mouth open and places the ring behind my teeth so that my mouth is forced wide open. My cries echo through the chapel, but they turn to sobs when Doug lays his hand on my lower back.

A man comes into the room and wheels a table in front of me. On the table is something that looks like a metal tube. I can feel the heat emanating from whatever is sitting on the table. The man pulls the stick from the metal box, and it’s a brand.

I assume the brand is their symbol. It is two infinity signs crossed over one another to make the shape of a four-leaf clover. These stupid fucking people are about to brand me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“People of Christ. We are gathered here today so that Miss Haley Fields can make the ultimate sacrifice to be reborn,” Doug says. “Tonight, I take on my virgin wife. Through her body we will find salvation.”

“Through her body, we find salvation,” everyone chants back to him.

“Remember that the pleasure we create is not for us, but for God. Let us go forward through our sacrifice. Men, remember that the sacrifice is on birth control and is not harboring any evil that will spread to us. Fill her with your seed and let her feel the warmth of salvation.”

That’s fucking nasty. I don’t even know what to think right now, but I can’t stop crying. I can’t. “Ready your sacrifice, Haley,” Doug says. “Remember, our pleasure is God’s pleasure.”

“Yes, sir,” she says happily.

I drop my head on my arms when she touches my hip. Doug does something to the table so that it lifts my hips up, and my feet are no longer touching the ground. This puts me at an angle so that I am entirely open and exposed. This alone is traumatizing. I don’t know what to think about this betrayal. She was always a shit friend, but I never thought she would hurt me. I never thought she would let anyone else hurt me. You think you know someone, but do you really?

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