Loving God but f-ing the Devil

Chapter 2

"One move and I slit your throught"

"Shiiiiit. I'm totally getting Y/N-d" -a voice in her brain said"

"I literally refuse to believe that you're joking around at times like this"-another one (AN: Dj Khalid...) replyed.

"I can't help it! This is what happens, when I'm nervous! Also tell me I'm wrong"

"They're threatenning to kill you! They're holding a knife to your throat! "

"As if you're not into that"

"This is real life you fuck-crazy idiot, touch grass!"

"Doesn't make it less hot... not to mention the voice..."

"I-... I'm so done with you"

The mentioned voice snapped Freya out of her inner debate.

"I'm explaining it only once, so listen carefully."-the shadow continued.

"I'm listening zaddy"-went part of Freya's mind, while the other part commited suicide.

"I'll ask you questions, and let you go for the time you speak. No back talk, no changing the subject, no screaming and most importantly, no lying. Break the rules... you know the consequences"-the person pressed the knife a bit into her skin, and the cold blade combined with the voice and the adrenaline sent shivers all across Freya.

"First. How many people are in the house currently?" - they pulled their hand away, releasing Freya's mouth.

"I'm home allone"-she answered calmly, but whispering.

"When is the next time someone will enter the house?" -they continued.

"Only in three days" -Freya said. Part of her lost hope, that anyone could help her, but a weird part of her was happy, that her answers were probably satisfying her attacker.

"Great. Is there any allibi you can figure out, that excuses your sudden disappearance to an important "business trip" ?" -the irony was thick in their voice.

"Fuck"- Freya thought to herself. "This really is the perfect timing to kidnap me"

"Actually yes, I was supposed to fly to Milan tomorrow and only return in 10 days" -she said chewing on her cheeks.

Although she couldn't see the person, she could picture them smirking to themselves while she heard them scoff.

„God listens, this couldn't have been any easier" -they kind of just said to themselves.

Freya thought this was it, but the previously loosened grip tightened again.

"How many electronic devices do you own?"

This seemed like a question she could easily lie about, but a strange feeling wouldn't let her.

Like a machine, she replied:
"I have a phone, a laptop, a watch and an iPad"

It seemed like the survey has come to an end because the kidnapper covered her mouth again.

"It's been going smoothly, don't spoil it"

"You've been a good girl Freya"-a voice in her head immitated the kidnapper's voice in her head in a seductive voice.

"I beg you to shut up"- her brain replied to itself.

"...Now. You'll have 15 minutes to get all your devices on the table, and to pack some of your necessary items. If you were planning to travel, you might already have completed this task."-they said, putting the knife away ...and pulling a gun out.

"Shit."-Freya heald her breath.

"Move!"- the person exclaimed harshly.

Freya slowly started moving, feeling the gun pointed at the back of her head, walking up the stairs.
As they got to her room, she started collecting her devices. This way, from the corner of her eye she could finally take a look at the person. It was most probably a man, tall, wearing a hooded robe. Freya couldn't see his face fully, only his sharp jawline and scared lips. And very fair skin.

Freya couldn't think clearly, what things she could add in her already packed pink sportsbag, filled with designer, accessories, shoes, makeup and other very useful stuff, if one is getting kidnapped. So she just collected some cash-maybe this might count as an exchange and he'll let her go-even though this was very unlikeley.

She handed her devices over, and got her bag.

"I'm done"-she said, staring at the floor with an empty mind.

"Good."

All of a sudden her hands were tied together. He led her down the stairs, out of the house and out to the street, where, in the sheer light of the streetlamps she discovered a black Bentley.

"What in the fucking Wattpad Harry Styles maffia fanfic" -she muttered under her breath, as she got pushed into the back seat, and the door shut onto her.

-Quartz