Loving God but f-ing the Devil

Chapter 9

"A deep exhale was the sign of her decicion being made: for now, she should just do, whatever Silas tells her to do. "

The slowing motion of the car jolted Freya out of her headspace. They pulled up in a driveway infront of a four story building. It was basic and clean looking, the walls plain white, rectangular windows, and a brown wooden door.

Freya started to fiddle from nervousness. Silas took out a pair of dark sunglasses, but paused and glanced in Freyas eyes from the mirror.

"You behave. I don't want any complications, don't have the energy for that. You don't start screaming, you don't give secret codes to people, you don't ask for people's phones, you cooperate and you don't make a scene."

Freya just nodded quickly, forcing herself to keep the eyecontact, even though she was aching to look away from the piercing eyes.

"Good. You're stuck with me regardless, don't make it worse for yourself. 'Cause I promice, I will make it a living nightmare, if you dare to disobey"

His voice was threataning and dangorous,  but common sence has yet again left Freya. The only thing that stayed hanging, exhoing in her head from his words was "you're stuck with me". Freyas heart was racing, but not of fear, rather excitement.

"Wrong. You are the one stuck with me. And trust me, your nightmare has already begunn"-she whispered to herself, after Silas stepped out of the car.

Sook they were walking side by side, with a sportsbag each.

"I mean, I gotta behave, so we won'tstand out from the crowd right, but you here walking in a robe and MIB sunglasses"- oh boy was she being taunting.

No reaction. Freya pulled a face. What's the point in mockery when you don't get any resulsts? As reached for the door handle, she got pulled back by the neck of her t she wore as pj-s, causing her to gasp for air. She spun around angrily, just to face Silas with a strange facial expression.

"Wait."- he called out, and it sounded like he had to choke the word out. Although the glasses were hiding his eyes, the reason behind his hesitation was written all over his face. Clenching jaw, slightly dropped head and bighting his lips.

"Whaa...ohhhhh" -as it stunned on Freya.

They stood silently, until Silas suddenly snapped his neck back, with an exhale, and then openned the door.

It revealed a modestly dexorated corridoor and a lounge, leading to the receptions table.

"A fucking hotel"- pictures of her Wattpad library filled with kidnapping stories entered her head.

The silence wqs akward, obviously Silas absolutley didn't wan Freya to whitness him losing it.

"Do you ever pretend to be blind?"-it sliooed out of Freyas mouth.

"What?"-he looked confused as hell. But also slightly annoyed, so Freya decided not to push the topic further.

A young girl with two blonde braids was sitting at the reception, writing something. When the two stepped to the desk, she looked up terrified.

"We have a reservation under the name Aringarosa" -Silas spoke in an emotionless voice.

"Ayo you rude af. At least say hi to her?!"-Freya retorted.

The girl looked even more terrified, she was probably going into an anxiety attack.

"Scheiße, ich habe die Marika gesagt, dass sie mich nicht hierlassen kann jetzt sind zwei da und ich verstehe nicht einmal was sie sagen, wie sollte ich als Student ihnen einchecken"-she muttered to herself and the helplessly stared at the two.

(Translation: Shit, I told Marika that she shouldn't leave me here, I don't even understand what they're saying, yet alone can I check them in as a student)

Silas pulled a face, unsure what he should do.

"Move betch, I'll handle this"- Freya pushed him over. Bute before he could get mad at her, she already started talking.

"Hey, kein Stress, schuldige, er hat noch kein Kaffe getrunken, deswegen ist er so irritiert. Ich mache einige grammatikalische Fehler, aber ich spreche Deutsch. Wir sollten ein Zimmer unter den Name Aringarosa haben? Kannst du  vielleicht nachscchauen?"-she started chatting friendlily, which resulted in the girl bein slightly more comfortable.

(Translation: Hey, no Stress, sorry, he hasn't had his Coffee yet, that's why he's so bitchy. I do make I few grammer mistakes, but I speak German. We should have a room under the name Aringarosa? Could you check for is?)

Within two minutes they had the key.

"Nailed that"- she seemed pleased with herself.

"If you touch me once more I will slice your throught"-he replied frustrated.

"Oh  you can hold me down and hold a knife to my throught, but I can't slightly push you over when you're being incompetent? Real fair"-she snapped.

"I'm not quite sure you understand the hierarchy here"-implying to the roles of kidnappper and kidnapped he said.

"I'm not quite sure you checked the balance of strength here. I don't think I could push you over with my 60 kilogramms"-she scornfully replyed.

Their voices were to fade in the corrridor. And thanks to the fact that the blonde girl had no idea what they were saying, she just thought to herself: "How cute, they're fighting exactly like a married couple"

-Quartz