(warning: long & contains violence and sex(?) ;D)
With some protest from his mother, ("Your father and I have been away. I haven't seen you much longer than twenty minutes this past week!") Zacharias left his house and began to walk down the freshly paved street.
Finally reaching the house he knew as his best (muggle) friend, Quinn's, he entered through the front door without knocking. Both of Quinn's parents worked long hours at the local hospital as surgeons and he often took advantage of the empty house to do as he pleased.
"Oy! Riah, you're here finally," his friend called from the living room couch.
Zacharias paused in the doorway when he saw three scantily clad girls about his age sprawled out about the room.
Damien, another good mate of both Zacharias and Quinn, stared at the thin strings to one girls' halter top, scheming a way to pull at them without being noticed.
"You remember Julie," Quinn said with a grin spread wide across his face. The two exchanged awkward acknowledgements before Zacharias escaped into the kitchen for a drink.
The tab of his Coke snapped loudly when he opened it, and he nearly choked on the first sip. A hand had reached down the front of his gym shorts from behind.
"I've heard all about you," hissed the girl behind him playfully.
"Oh?" was all he could manage, for she had already begun feeling him lightly with her fingertips.
"Mmhmm. Want to go upstairs?" she asked; he nodded.
Knowing Quinn's house as well as his own, Zacharias led her to a spare bedroom at the top of the stairs. She muttered how nice the room was before shutting the door behind her and shoving him onto the bed. He grinned and she leaned in for a kiss.
It didn't take long before they were both down to their underwear. A wicked smirk crawled onto her face and she began to search the room. Zacharias, propped up on his elbows, stared at her curiously.
"What are you looking for?"
"Something to tie you up with," she said, turning back to him, holding up two pairs of shoelaces. One set she tied to his arms, making certain he wouldn't be able to free himself, despite his protest that they were cutting off circulation to his fingers. She ignored this and began to tie up his feet.
"See, you've been a naughty boy, and do you know what happens to naughty boys?" she hissed, only her tone was far from playful this time around. He stared at her.
"They get punished!" she said reaching into the pocket of her shorts and pulling out a small pocket knife and a tube of lipstick, opening the knife and examining the sharp blade carefully. Zacharias pulled but it only seemed to make the ties tighter. His fingertips began to turn purple.
"What's the matter?" she asked, now straddling his hips, lightly running the tip of the knife against his cheek, leaving a small white scratch.
"Please," he begged, writhing beneath her. "Don't."
The girl cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow. Laying the knife to the side, she opening the lipstick and twisted it until she saw red. She then began to draw on his face. His eyes slammed shut and he turned his head to the side. She let out a laugh that caused goosebumps to appear all over his body.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, watching her write the word "dick" on his chest.
"Don't you remember? After Quinn's party when you thought Julie was asleep? She heard everything you said, Riah. You don't get it, do you? Daft little git," she spat, tossing the lipstick aside, quickly replacing it with the knife.
She spent nearly three minutes staring down at his chest, tapping a finger against her lips, contemplating her next move. Zacharias' hands were now shaking, though he couldn't feel them. He jumped to feel the blade dancing down his stomach, though not hard enough to hurt any.
He gasped at the sharp blade quickly dragging against the skin just under his ribs. Blood trickled down onto the sheets and she let out another laugh. His bottom lip was tightly clenched between his teeth and he couldn't manage to open his eyes.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you left me no choice," she said coldly, climbing off the bed and pulling her clothes back on, the knife and lipstick sliding back into her pocket. A tear slid out of the corner of his eye at the sound of the door clicking after her departure from the room.
----Two hours later----
The blood on his stomach began to dry to his skin. The sound of footsteps could be heard, though his gaze was still fixed on the ceiling.
"Mate? You've been up here all da-" Quinn began as he opened the door. "Bloody Hell! What happened to you?!"
Zacharias glanced over at his friend before looking back up.
"Just untie me," he said bitterly. Quinn obeyed and he began to feel his fingers again. He left the house without another word.
Finally reaching the house he knew as his best (muggle) friend, Quinn's, he entered through the front door without knocking. Both of Quinn's parents worked long hours at the local hospital as surgeons and he often took advantage of the empty house to do as he pleased.
"Oy! Riah, you're here finally," his friend called from the living room couch.
Zacharias paused in the doorway when he saw three scantily clad girls about his age sprawled out about the room.
Damien, another good mate of both Zacharias and Quinn, stared at the thin strings to one girls' halter top, scheming a way to pull at them without being noticed.
"You remember Julie," Quinn said with a grin spread wide across his face. The two exchanged awkward acknowledgements before Zacharias escaped into the kitchen for a drink.
The tab of his Coke snapped loudly when he opened it, and he nearly choked on the first sip. A hand had reached down the front of his gym shorts from behind.
"I've heard all about you," hissed the girl behind him playfully.
"Oh?" was all he could manage, for she had already begun feeling him lightly with her fingertips.
"Mmhmm. Want to go upstairs?" she asked; he nodded.
Knowing Quinn's house as well as his own, Zacharias led her to a spare bedroom at the top of the stairs. She muttered how nice the room was before shutting the door behind her and shoving him onto the bed. He grinned and she leaned in for a kiss.
It didn't take long before they were both down to their underwear. A wicked smirk crawled onto her face and she began to search the room. Zacharias, propped up on his elbows, stared at her curiously.
"What are you looking for?"
"Something to tie you up with," she said, turning back to him, holding up two pairs of shoelaces. One set she tied to his arms, making certain he wouldn't be able to free himself, despite his protest that they were cutting off circulation to his fingers. She ignored this and began to tie up his feet.
"See, you've been a naughty boy, and do you know what happens to naughty boys?" she hissed, only her tone was far from playful this time around. He stared at her.
"They get punished!" she said reaching into the pocket of her shorts and pulling out a small pocket knife and a tube of lipstick, opening the knife and examining the sharp blade carefully. Zacharias pulled but it only seemed to make the ties tighter. His fingertips began to turn purple.
"What's the matter?" she asked, now straddling his hips, lightly running the tip of the knife against his cheek, leaving a small white scratch.
"Please," he begged, writhing beneath her. "Don't."
The girl cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow. Laying the knife to the side, she opening the lipstick and twisted it until she saw red. She then began to draw on his face. His eyes slammed shut and he turned his head to the side. She let out a laugh that caused goosebumps to appear all over his body.
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, watching her write the word "dick" on his chest.
"Don't you remember? After Quinn's party when you thought Julie was asleep? She heard everything you said, Riah. You don't get it, do you? Daft little git," she spat, tossing the lipstick aside, quickly replacing it with the knife.
She spent nearly three minutes staring down at his chest, tapping a finger against her lips, contemplating her next move. Zacharias' hands were now shaking, though he couldn't feel them. He jumped to feel the blade dancing down his stomach, though not hard enough to hurt any.
He gasped at the sharp blade quickly dragging against the skin just under his ribs. Blood trickled down onto the sheets and she let out another laugh. His bottom lip was tightly clenched between his teeth and he couldn't manage to open his eyes.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you left me no choice," she said coldly, climbing off the bed and pulling her clothes back on, the knife and lipstick sliding back into her pocket. A tear slid out of the corner of his eye at the sound of the door clicking after her departure from the room.
----Two hours later----
The blood on his stomach began to dry to his skin. The sound of footsteps could be heard, though his gaze was still fixed on the ceiling.
"Mate? You've been up here all da-" Quinn began as he opened the door. "Bloody Hell! What happened to you?!"
Zacharias glanced over at his friend before looking back up.
"Just untie me," he said bitterly. Quinn obeyed and he began to feel his fingers again. He left the house without another word.