Loving God but f-ing the Devil

Chapeter 10

Chapter 10

"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" "

As they entered the room, Silas took of his sunglasses and glared at the girl.

"Rules. One room is mine, one is yours. You don't bother me unelss it's life-death, perhaps not even then."

Freya quickly glanced around. The complex had seperate two bedrooms, a lounge the two rooms shared and a bathroom opening from the lounge.

"You are freely to move within the room, meaning I won't lock you in the bedroom, although I could and still can, so I wouldn't be playing around in your place. I don't care what you do with your stuff but when I say we're leaving, you will have exactly 15 minutes to get ready. I don't care what you do in your time, you don't get your devices. You can try contacting the outside world, but I wouldn't risk it, I will kill you if you do"-he continued.

"Gee you don't have to mention it so many times that my life isn't worth a penny to you. What are you, my ex-boyfriend?"-she crossed her arms.

"Be gratefull anyone dated you in the first place" -he said derisively.

"Can't relate?"-the sharp answer came.

"To being the toy of a masochist, because that's obviously what he was for dating you, no, not really"-he spat with hatred.

"I was the masochist all along for listening him for months"-she shrugged, the anger disappearing and switching to nostalgia.

"Didn't really ask"-he locked the door leading outside and went to his room, slamming the door of that too.

Freya scoffed. The silence weigh onto the room. She was a strong woman, not a lot of things affected her. She also never cried, she rather got angry. But now, she felt like curling up in bed, and crying herself to sleep.

With shaky stepps, she entered her room. It was small, but comforting, and with her current emotional stage, it was the best it could've been. The walls had simple paintings, inside the room was a double bed with floral bedsheets, a dressing table with a mirror and and a closet.

Freya sighed, put her sportsbag in the chair of the dressing table, then, realising she couldn't really sit down anywhere, she took her shoes of and climbed into the bed, snuggling under the huge blanket, and building all the pillows around her, like a wall, to protect her from that cruel man in the other room.

She wiped a tiny tear from the corner if her eyes. Her chest was heavy and her face and eyes were burning.

"If only i could have my phone and listen to music, I swear I wouldn't even text or call anyone" -she muttered.

Eventually she fell asleep, however it wouldn't last long, she woke up after just two hours, to nothing other but her complaining stomach.

"It's not like I care if this motherfucker beats me up, I'm fucked regardless if how I act and how he treats me in this one week, in the end there will be these white rachet old ass dicks deciding if I get to live or not because I offended their saint and holy church"- she grouched.

"...I might aswell have my fun and be my true authentic self. I won't let him keep me in fear"-she crawled out of bed, marched out her room and slammed twice on his neighbours' door.

"I'm hungryyyyy"-she whined.

"Sounds terrible"-the answer came with a sleepy voice.

"I will not go away until I get some nutrition."

"What a threat"

"I am loud"

"And I'm unbothered"

"So what do you just plan to starve me for the upcoming week?"

"Pretty much"

"Typical white man. Prefers his women skinny and submissive"- she sat down, her back by the door.

"I prefer fairness and people getting the punishment they deserve"

"And who are you to decide what people deserve? Isn't God the only one to judge? You out of all should know that very well"-she continued to tease him, hoping to trigger him enough for him to give her some food to make her shut up.

"I'm a messenger of God. Now shut up and leave me alone or I'll make you"

"You keep saying that you will, boy I wish you would"-the lyrics of Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna slipped out Freyas mouth.

The door slammed open and Freya jumped up from fright.

"Really?! Out of all, this was the last straw???"-she complained.

His 6'3 self stood in the doorway, with a bare chest and black sweats. With an expressionless face, he insured the glock of his gun, aiming towards Freya, who in the meanwhile has backed away until he hit the wall.

"Sure?"- he tilted his head to the side, with a crooked smile.

"You're fucking insane"-she spat, panting.

"I'm insane? You're the one playing around as if you had any power. I told you to spare the games, didn't I?"-his gloatfull smile turned to a clenched jaw and a threatening voice.

"If you weren't a narcisistic, self-absorbed, delusional saddistic asshole, I wouldn't have to piss you of to get fucking basic human needs! You keep repeating, how this is just a job for you, and you're doing this in God's name... I won't even get started on how and what fucking way would God ask you to kill and kidnap, but I will say: You are enjoying this! You are enjoying that you can hurt others, this isn't a burden for you! And for whatever reason you're mad at the world, whatever it did against you, you ruining lives is not gonna fix the shitty one of your own!"-she yelled frantically.

"If this were just a job to you, you'd try to avoid conflict and avoid me in general. Right now it seems like you'll do anything, to get in contact with me"-fighting for breath she added, staring with the most hatred into his eyes.

Something flashed through his eyes. He lowered the gun, and then placed it onto the counter. Silas took two slow steps towards her, an unpredictable look in his eyes. He stood, centimeters away from her, cresting upon her.

She held her breath for a while, then slowly let the air out, and looked up in his piercing eyes.

However in flash, a shriek was to be heard, and then sounds of choking and fighting to breath. His fingers steadily grabbing her neck and slamming her to the wall with great power, way more, than would've been needed. The rage burned i his eyes as he hissed the words:

"You. Don't. Know. Anything. About me."

Uselessly trying to remove his fingers from her throat, she fought with all her force, but it was not good.

When he finally let her go, she collapsed to the floor, hyperventilating.

"You need serious help"-coughing up the words, she shook her head in disbelief.

He turned back, and stared at her in despise.

"Have you learned nothing?"

She stayed silent.

"Finally. Now if you'll excuse me"-he shut the door behind him leaving her on the floor.

-Quartz