Loving God but f-ing the Devil

Chapter 8

"Fuck. I gotta turn my ego down."-Freya was fuming.

Her heartbeat slowly went back to ordinary. She decided she would give up on the attempts of getting any sleep, since the sky was starting to get brighter and brighter. However, a strange feeling of comfort sunk onto her, inexplainable pleasent cozyness. Bathroom needs weren't urging her anymore, and it was warm, just the right temperatur for the bloodflow to get going. Probably the enough amount of blood in her brain has put her in the mindstate to think clearly. She took a breath, and focused, blocking the outside noises, if there were any at all.

She was being kidnapped. She was in the middle of a criminal activity. Unfortunatly, the timing of this horrendous operation was perfect. Noone would realise, that she wasn't indeed headed towards her original destination. She couldn't rely on others, she let that sink in for herself.

"What's next?"-was obviously the follow up. Is there a way out allive, would be saying a mistery. The chance of this man killing her before her trial was unlikely, he seemed soffisticated, he won't lose his shit and kill her from pure manic impulses. Whatever way this trial shall carry out, it's pretty hard to get away with murder, even for the catholic church. Or at least that's what Freya was trying to make force upon herself to believe. However the thought was burning in her brain, rooting from the fear and the natural trate of humans to assume the worst: What if she won't see the light of the day within a week?

"I cannot wait for my destiny and hope for the best, I need to get out of here" -it stunned in her. But not cooparating was a dangorous game. Taking the words of this man as a base, she was being tracked, not to mention: his kidnapper was most likely armed. The chance of escaping was extremly low. There were two more options: either somehow, someway contacting the outside world, or somehow getting Silas to let her go. None of the options seemed to be executable.

Freya liked to play along with the thought, that she was the next Cathrine Tramell, chief executive, CEO of manipulation and psychological torture, but the situation humbled her pretty much. It's not gonna be like the movies, where she sais two sentences with and expressionless face and she's free to go. A deep exhale was the sign of her decicion being made: for now, she should just do, whatever Silas tells her to do.

-Quartz