Wicked Lust

Chapter 3

Zayn's lips were still on mine, despite the roars of the police sirens and things falling down, violently smashing into pieces. I kept my eyes restrained from contacting his hazel, unstirred coffee stained eyes, speaking soundlessly with my tongue wrapped around with his, toning down to a more gentle kiss. His lips were delicate once tamed down and I almost laughed at the idea of what the other girls had been missing out on.

"Wanna spend the night in a cell together?" I whispered, knowing I'd get caught for prostitution.

"Don't get your hopes up darling."

Zayn steadily removed himself from the bed and covered up his skin with the clothes that we had thrown down to the ground. I joined him, turning my back and planting down on the opposite side of the bed to get my boots on.

"I wanna as-"

Zayn was gone. I frowned, now dealing with the emotional detachment. Maybe the feeling of his disappearance would have been more amusing and satisfying if he hadn't kissed me. With that one kiss, he marked me his; planted a garden of seeds down and picked a sign with his name to mark off unwanted predators on his territory. The useless feeling of empty pity lingered from every inch of my skin.

I snapped out of it, rushing out with the money being stuffed into my bag. A mob of people were pushing and shoving with police keeping the corners shut down. Something inside me knew it was a murder scene, but how quick it occured kept me frozen. I frantically turned my eyes in every direction, even the cieling. I ran back into the room, taking the risk of climbing down the window, despite the fear of heights I had never managed to over come. The dead body Zayn had mercilessly stabbed was laying on the ground, drowning in its sea of blood and small military force consisting of flies and starving rats. I climbed down the long story ladder and let go on the few feet left to meet the ground. Once I was down, a group of men approached me with devilish smirks tattooing their lips. I stared and made a sudden run for it only to be caught in a painful grip in the tallest man's arms.

I screamed out, but his hand hoovered and sealed tightly over my mouthi making me screams muffled and pointless like whispers. Another laughed, beginning to undo his belt buckle, backing up more into the alley. Before he could proceed with zipping his jeans down, a car's tires came to a sudden stop, giving sound to a screech of trouble. Pure terror. And trouble. A gun shot sprung out, missing me by an inch and getting the man who held md right inbetween the locks of his shoulder and the upper area of his chest, making his force weak enough to make an escape. I gasped for a quick breather, but was caught again, catching only a glimpse of the car door opening with an angry man shouting. I started loosing consciousness between the fists and screaming, feeling a pair of strong arms lift me up and throw me onto their shoulder. I expected the worse, but accepted defeat.

...

A bright pitched light winced my eyes when I woke up. I wasn't sure how long I was out, but it could not have been that long, judging by the familiar glare of the crescant moon's shine. I sat up, looking around the room. Everything was simple really, with just the red covers on the bed and a painting standing out with any real colour. The painting had captured my attention. I stood slowly, noting having not been harmed or stripped. It was the sketched drawing of an eye looking out into a sea, but looking closely the sea was darkened with fears and likely tears. I took a closer step, until a voice struck from behind.

"Find what you're looking for?" Asked the familiar sound.

I jumped and rested a hand over my heart, swallowing harshly before turning around.

"Zayn?"

He was leaned against the door way with one foot keeping him up and the other against the wall. He held a cigarette back up to his lips, his lips getting hallow with every intake. I watched him flick the lighter time after time, not really sure of what to say.