In 2011, actor Travis Fimmel, moves to Millwood, Washington after starring in his latest film, "Needle" in which Travis played a forensic photographer. He is soon befriended by a man named Luke Bracey, who develops a strange and dangerous obsession...
Michael Dorman's POV Morning had come and the sun was rising, I had made my way to the police station to report a possible kidnapping. Since I didn't have any solid evidence of a kidnapping, the police wouldn't do shit! Then I pulled out Travis's phone from my back pocket and showed it to the Sheriff, "wait! Look Sheriff! If you think it was a runaway like you say then why would he leave it behind?" I ask him, "That isn't much evidence son, more than likely he didn't want to be traced so he left it to make it look like otherwise, he's also an actor, most celebrities like to fake their disappearances or deaths...I wouldn't worry about it". I stormed out of the station furious! Don't worry about it! They tell me! That son of a bitch cop wasn't even half concerned of what I was saying! I mean that guy can just genuinely shrug his shoulders and turn a blind eye to the situation and simply call it a staged runaway!? That didn't make sense! Travis isn't like that! Like I said, the guy is like a brother to me, he wouldn't take off without at least a whisper to someone close.
Travis Fimmel's POV I didn't remember falling asleep last night! When I opened my eyes I was still tied up in the backseat of Luke's car in the middle of the fucking woods. Luke is asleep on my thigh and I try squirming my wrists to loosen the rope more. Luke adjusted his head and took a breath but thankfully he didn't wake up. I slowly keep moving my wrists praying the rope would just loosen enough for me to slip a hand free. I leaned toward the door and pull the lock up with my teeth, I try leaning down to the door handle and pull it open with my mouth as well but I failed. So I tried adjusting my entire body to wear my hands could pull the handle, I managed to get the door open this time...but I had to get Luke off of me without waking me. As soon as my leg moves his head is gonna fall straight to the seat and wake him. My ankles were still tied so if he did wake up there wasn't any way I could make a quick run for it. Luke exhaled again while adjusting his head once more and I held my breath with deep intensity as he did so. Once he calmed back down and drifted back into that deep sleep, I continued to wiggle my wrists. I felt my right hand getting free and eventually the rope gave out and ripped. I slowly pull my arms back to my front and untie my legs. Now that I was freed and he was passed out, I could either escape...or get even! I went ahead and just opened the door and stood up out of the car. I let Luke's head hit the seat and he woke up, "what the fuck?" He whispers rubbing his eyes, "morning" I tell him as I sock him in the face sending him back to sleep. I then grab the ropes I was tied with and tie him up with them. I wanted to get out of these woods quietly and move around without him being noticed, so I tossed Luke in the trunk and took his keys getting in the driver seat and getting the fuck out of here. Once I had gotten back into town, I went straight back to my place to find Mike and let him know what's going on if he hasn't figured it out already. I left Luke in the trunk and parked in front of the house. I hurried into the house and found Mike standing in the living room in panic on the phone, "Travis!" He shouts relieved! He hangs up and tosses his phone on the couch and brings me in for a hug, only I'm too in my head to let him, "where have you been dude!?" He asks. I go into my bedroom and change out of the pajama pants and into some jeans followed by shoes, "I was fuckin kidnapped Luke! Right out of my own goddamn room!" I explain, "Luke! Bracey! He's the asshole that did this to me!" I tell him, "yeah I know I went to the police but they weren't any help they thought you staged your own runaway or suicide or some shit" Mike tells me. I stop and look him in the eyes, "those pricks, the only time they actually help is when someone is fuckin dead!" I yell agitated. I then remembered I had Luke in the trunk of his own car that I drove back here, "Luke is in the trunk Michael...I woke up this morning with him passed out and I got loose and I knocked him back out and then I just tossed him in the fuckin trunk!" I explain panicked. Michael grabs hold of my shoulders and looks at me in the eyes, "Travis listen, he kidnapped you! We can turn him in!" He tells me. I shake my head and break from his grip, "No! We can't go to the cops now! He's in the trunk of his own car and I don't have any proof he kidnapped me so how do you think that'll look?" I explain. Mike runs his hands through his hair and begins pacing, "He ended up taking me out in the middle of the woods about thirty miles from here...maybe we can go there and figure out what to do" I suggest. Michael nods and takes some deep breaths, "Do we have to kill him?" He asks me. I look over at him with disbelief, "what the fuck Michael!? We're not killers we're not gonna just kill him, we just got to find a way to turn him in" I reply. I pull out the keys of Luke's car and nod for Mike to follow me, "let's go" I tell him as we head out.
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