Unknown Craving

Chapter One

'This is it. This is my chance.' Esther noticed a nearby boy, a few years older than her, she assumed. She walked over to him. He wasn't facing her like she originally thought, but that would make her plan even easier.

She walked up to him, snaking her dainty arms around his well-built body. He gasped suddenly, but she reassured him by whispering in his ear.

"It's ok. I just want a little fun." she slowly bit down on his earlobe, earning a small moan to escape the boy's, Zayn's, throat.

Being himself, Zayn didn't step away, he didn't stop the young, not-so-innocent girl. He stood there, waiting for what he believed he deserved.

She clawed at his chest with her sharp nails. He growled at her, his breath visible in the cold, dark air.

She was slightly taken aback by his outburst, but his features softened ever so slightly as he noticed her fear. He still hadn't made eye contact with the young girl and she continued leaving small bites on his neck.

After a while she got bored of kissing and biting his neck. She leaned down to his big, muscular hand and rested it on her behind.

He gripped it tightly and squeezed it occasionally. The pain rushed through her body. She was still sore from earlier, but she managed a fake moan, just to please her 'customer'.

A small, cruel smirk formed on his lips.

"You like it rough, huh?"

'No. No. I hate it. I hate you. Your a fucking perve.' She silenced her thoughts and nodded, biting her lip ever so slightly.

He slowly turned around, showing his face for the first time. He looked straight into her eyes, the evil smirk still plastered on his face.

He was pretty attractive, but she knew he wouldn't be when his face was contorted into some ugly form when he was receiving the pleasure he so desperately needed.

She closed her eyes in attempt to forget those horrible thoughts. He chuckled slightly.

"You shouldn't close your eyes, sweetheart."

She thought of all the horrible things he could do to her.

She didn't want that.

She couldn't.

Not anymore.

No way.

She thought for a moment, as he left light 'love' bites on her neck. Knowing her neck would be decorated with hickeys the next day, an idea came to her mind.

She leaned up and bit his ear once more.

"It's my job to give you what you do badly deserve."

In reply, Zayn moaned and tugged on the small child's tight fitted shirt.

Esther had learned those eleven words off by heart. She repeated them five or six times a day.

She needed those words.

Those words allowed her what she wanted.

What she needed.

Her craving.

She tilted her head and noticed his eyes were closed, the smirk not leaving his lips.

She slowly began flinging her tongue up and down his neck, slicing her tongue on his vicious stubble.

Her hands slowly traced up his chest, quickly reaching his breast pocket.

Her hands rested there for a while, her eyes not leaving his face, making sure he didn't open up his own and stopped her from completing her devilish plan.

She knew what he was capable of doing to her if he caught her.

He would take away everything she had.

No body.

No dignity, not that she had much of that left anyway.

No craving.

She slowly slid her hands into his pocket, closing her sweaty palms around the seven notes that he had kept there.

Being Zayn, he had just returned from the casino, practically giving away his money. He had had a little too much to drink, and when a young girl came stumbling his way, he wasn't going to close his arms and turn away her offer.

She took one last look his face, his eyes still clammed shut. She lifted herself up more, taking one more bite of his raw skin, before whispering in his ear, her voice a little raspier this time.

"You shouldn't close your eyes, sweetheart."

<< The rest of the chapters are

going to be in Esther's POV,

except the last one. And this

story contains a lot of sexual

content, most likely violence, also

drug and alcohol use.:)>>