You're killing me

The Hello

"Hey you!" A man in a white van yelled at me.
"Hello!" I said
The man in the van got out and came towards me.
"Do you need a ride."he said
"No I'm fine, but thank you." I said while walking away.
"Are you sure? Because your brother said that you might want a ride." he said walking toward me.
"Well then, if you know my brother, I think it's fine." I said giving him my backpack and jumping in the front seat.
The van was dirty with old crusty sandwiches and the smell of beer and the smell of tobacco.
"How do you know my brother? " I said while looking at a newspaper with ketchup all over it.

"I don't know your brother," he said reaching over toward me locking the door.

"What are you doing, get me out right now or I'm calling the police" I screamed trying to open the door but I couldn't because a gun was being pointed at my head.
I stopped and I handed him my phone, terrified of what was going to happen.

He put a scarf over my eyes and told me if I took it off I would never be able to see again.

We drove for another hour, I think.
He took it off when we reached a old cabin.

The first thing I saw was a knife and a girl who looked a little bit younger then me.