Tainted

Ineffable

Ineffable | utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of
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Ariadne
I didn't know whether to sigh in relief or fear for my life as his dark brown eyes found mine. I knew there was a reason he had chosen to spare my life, and I knew this because it seems as though this man's aim was never off. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done that already.

Right like he saved me out of the kindness of his heart.

"Get out." He commands, his patience running thin, even though he hadn't been standing there for long. I don't move. I simply couldn't, and part of the reason for that was because I was covered in blood that wasn't mine. I was disgusted. There of course was that other very obvious reason, I couldn't trust a complete stranger, even if he did just save my life. Papá wouldn't want me to go with him.

I blink at him, my lips pursed and eyes still watery from all the commotion. He must have realized that I had no intention to move because the next thing he does is tilt his head up and let out a huge huff. "I really hoped you'd make this somewhat easy." He mutters under his breath before taking a step back and disappearing somewhere behind the car.

I figured he was walking around the car, and I contemplated moving to the other side of the car, but I wanted to avoid more blood touching me. It seems as though that's what the stranger was counting on as he opened my car door and watching me in annoyance. "W-who are you?" I finally bring myself to ask, hoping I'd at least get a name. Not that it would make a difference, but I'd at least like some answers.

"Not important." He deadpans, as he brings his hand out to grab mine and practically pulling me out of the car. I gasp at his sudden action as I stumble to stay on my feet. He was harsh, and it was then that I came to the realization he really didn't care much for my well-being, so it was clear that there was some other hidden reason for his heroic act. I hadn't realized how dark it had gotten outside, but to be fair, I haven't been able to keep track of the time much at all these past few weeks.

"A name would be nice." I glare at him, unimpressed with his rudeness and hostility. I can never find it in me to understand why men are so rough and disrespectful sometimes. Like was it so hard to answer a simple question? Seriously, did he expect me to keep quiet while he dragged me away?

"It would?" He raises a brow, clearly playing dumb while he pulled me just across the street where a black BMW was parked on the side of the road. In his other hand was a luggage, which I came to recognize was mine. Fear creeps up on me as a million thoughts enter my mind. His aggressiveness towards me was a sign that taking me home safely didn't even cross his mind.

Was he going to kidnap me?

"As a matter of fact, yes. Why are you doing this? Why did you kill them?" I ask, suddenly feeling a bit breathless. It was obvious that I was panicked with the way my words spewed out. Papá wouldn't know where I am if I get taken away by this stranger, I wouldn't be safe. There was nothing I could do. Adrian was dead, and I had no way of contacting my Papá to let him know.

That last thing I wanted was for my Papá to think that I had run away, and if I mysteriously disappeared with no trace, that's exactly what it would look like. The stranger didn't seem to pay much mind to my questions, for he was already walking us to the back door of the car. "Are you going to kidnap me?" I bite into my bottom lip nervously, even though I think I already knew the answer to this question.

The stranger stops just before opening the car door, his brows were pinched together, and a look of boredom remained on his face for quite some time. "Kidnap is such a vulgar word," he points out in an airy tone. "I prefer the term borrow."

"Borrow?" I repeat, completely dumbfounded by his illogic. "That term is used for objects, something that I'm clearly not. This is kidnapping!" I point out, making it clear that there was no lighter term used for the word, but even I knew that this didn't necessarily matter, for it wouldn't change his mind about abducting me.