Loving God but f-ing the Devil

Chapter 3

"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.

She could see in the mirror how her kidnapper shut the trunk- probably after putting her stuff in. His hood slipped a bit, and in the yellow light of the street lamps she could see his whole face. Red eyes, white hair and skin, strong bone structure, and the thin, scarred lips.

"I thought albinos had purple eyes and the red eyes were a misconception"-the voice in her head still blabbering, restless.

Her kidnapper then got into the drivers seat and started the car. Freya wondered why he still wore the hood on his head, since noone was around. The car quietly drove away, and as they passed her street, and the next one, and the following one without him saying a single word, she decided to ask him about what the fuck was going on.

"So-"

"Hush, I'm driving" -he cut her off, fixating on the rode.

This moment scarily remind her of that one Tiktok video she saw of a brat having to sit in the back as a punishment.

"Girl you've been single for a long ass time but seriously you need to chill out, this is unbelievable"- the normal side of her brain shook its head.

"But-" -she tried again.

"No."

"You can't just "no" me! First of all how the fuck did you get into my house. I have black salt sprinkled all over, not to mention the dog and the alarm system. Second of all, who are you, what are you, what do you want? Where are we going? Why now? Why are you driving a Bentley and-"

He stepped on the breaks so harsh, her had smashed into the front seat.

"You could have just taped my mouth instead..."-she whined, struggling to rub her forehead with her hands tied together.

"Or you could've just stayed quiet. I said, I'm driving"

Freya decided she wasn't sitting comfortable, and that she wanted to sit criss cross apple sauce. However a Bentley is a Bentley, and she didn't want to put her dirty shoes on the black leather seat. So she tried to remove her black boots she quickly put on without the help of her hands. After several minutes of suffering, she finally managed. She sat up, but soon realised this wasn't the beat idea, because although her kidnapper was a chill driver, not everyone was.

After ten minutes, he sighed and looked at hir in the mirror, meeting her akward staring she's been doing, because she didn't want to piss him off again with her talking.

"You're extremely annoying. What is it?"

"I don't have seatbelts on. And I can't put them on because I'm handcuffed. And the drivers in Budapest aren't the chillest and I don't wanna die in a car accident, that's lame and-"

"I can handle the traffic, I'm from France. Besides, your not going to live long anyway, so no point of worrying."-he before she could even finish.

"First of all rude to cut one off. Second of all, at least I got two knew information...."- she mumbled staring out the window.

After a while she felt her heartbeet slowing down, and the last thing she remembered before falling asleep is her head hitting the shadowed window, since she couldn't use her hands.

-Quartz