All the Love • Zach Herron One-Shots

*8 | Captured | Zonah

Warning(s): TW for rape/non-con
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Zach's hands strained against the bonds, and he let a groan of frustration leave his mouth. The sound echoed off the walls, as he waited impatiently for his captor.

At least his legs weren't tied, but his arms paid the price to keep him upward. The manacles around his wrists only served the reminder that he was far from being free. While he could stand normally, if he went just a bit slack, the chains that hung from the ceiling would tug and bruise him further.

He was captured by a twisted creep—a sadistic man, who was clever enough to kidnap young boys and dump their bodies years later mutated.

Zach bent his head, but no tears sprang forward. He already cried enough, and it annoyed his captor.

The door swung open, giving enough time for Zach to quickly snap his head up.

"Good to see you, my toy." Jonah grinned, reaching out a hand to caress Zach's face. "Miss me?"

Zach said nothing, wasn't sure if he was visibly shaking but he stared into the cold green eyes that revealed nothing but a glimmer of harsh humour.

"Answer me." The voice was quiet, but it didn't need to be loud. Zach could hear it miles away, for his own survival.

"I-I missed you."

"Excellent. So what do you want me to do with you? After all, you refused to eat for these past two days. You're growing weak, and I know you haven't got a fever. Are you thinking of leaving me?"

"I just... I just want to go home." Zach trembled, watching how the eyes darkened. "Please. I'll do anything."

"You already did so much for me without any promises." Jonah let a smirk grace his features. "So you really didn't miss me? You lied."

"No!" Zach closed his eyes. "Please let me go. I want to see my family again. Even one last time."

"You are pathetic. Family is a nuisance. They only tear you down." Jonah held a grip on Zach's hip harshly. "I think you need to be taught a lesson."

The loincloth was ripped from Zach's body, which was all he was given for clothing, but he didn't stare away ashamed. Privacy wasn't an option, and he no longer cared about modesty, only getting back home.

He wanted to see his parents again, even if he had to do chores or heard lecturing or had his siblings take his things. But maybe they didn't miss him. He did prank and annoy them from time to time. Maybe he deserved this.

A stinging pain struck his back on an already opened wound, bringing Zach back to the harsh reality. He sucked in a gasp, but there was no mercy given, as the blows continued over his back, ass, and thighs.

"Come on slut. Count for me." The belt continued, merely thrashing, trying to get a reaction.

Zach couldn't help but give it to the captor. "O-One..." As he continued with each number, he only knew that it was fruitless to wish it would end at twenty or even fifty. The numbers continued, giving a false sense of hope.

"Oh my god," he let out a broken cry when there was a hit against his shoulder. His wrists ached as he struggled to stand. "Please. No more."

"We're just getting started. I'll go gentler on you since you're weak. Let this be a lesson to not starve yourself. You can't kill yourself—that's my job."

Zach clenched his jaw, wondering when the pain was going to begin again.

"It's a miracle that you're still clean." Jonah stood directly in front of Zach, and reached his arms around, finger moving to his ass.