Dreamer

Captive.

There was a click of a lock.

"Fuck. Now I'm stuck in here..." I muttered as I lay on my side. The vehicle began to move, the engine was quiet, but powerful. Clearly, this was an expensive car.

I could move, and was free to speak. I reached into my pocket to find my IPod. "Well, while I'm stuck here... Might as well listen to music..."

I put in my earbuds, selected my Metal playlist and turned the volume up loud.

As the sounds of Pierce The Veil's "Hell Above" comforted my irritated mind, I felt myself falling asleep.

I woke up to the jolt of the car stopping. The engine cut off, and I quickly stuffed my iPod into my pocket of my jeans. The scent of pine needles hit my nose.

I was blinded by sunlight as the trunk opened. The figure was standing there, holding the trunk open. "Out." He snapped. I stood up, and before I could figure out where I was, a blindfold was covering my eyes.

I felt something touch the small of my back, and I froze. He had a gun. "Move." He commanded.

His voice sounded somewhat familiar but I just couldn't place it. 

We walked for what felt like forever, until he spoke again. "Stop."

I stopped as he took the blindfold off and I looked around. There were huge trees in every direction. A small cabin stood as the only landmark, its barred windows making it appear like a prison cell. There was no road.

I took a good look at him. He was taller, but not by much. He had long black hair that reached past his shoulders. The mask he wore was an ornately carved wolf mask, which was a very deep purple. His eyes were... Wait... No, I'm not imagining it... Red.

He had a 44. Magnum revolver and it was probably loaded. No way did I want to take my chances and get shot.

Stepping into the cabin, I noticed it was very basic. A double bed in the corner. Some cupboards and a bar fridge. A sofa. A table.

The man turned to lock the door. I watched three deadbolt locks turn over, before he locked the final lock by rapidly typing in a password, but his fingers moved so quickly I couldn't make out what it was.

He then turned to face me, his eyes watching me intently. He pointed to one of two chairs that were positioned at the table "Sit."

I did as he asked. "Tell me your name." He muttered. God, why did his voice sound so familiar.

"Victoria... Victoria Knight..." I looked at him as I said it. "Mind telling me who you are?"

His eyes fixated on mine, and I sincerely hoped to God those red hues were simply contact lenses. "Dreamer." Was his only response.

Dreamer. That was obviously a pseudonym. A false name. But instead of prying further, I simply nodded. "Where am I?"

Dreamer gave a sort of nod to the trees outside. "The middle of nowhere."

I rolled my eyes "I didn't notice..."

He glared mockingly and spoke quietly, informing me of the conditions of my stay. "If you think you'll be leaving my care during your stay here, you are mistaken. If you do try and escape, I will merely find you again. While you are here, you are free to move inside the cabin and do as you wish in here. You will not go outside without my permission." He tapped the revolver in a way that made me immediately discard my escape plan. "And if I give you an order. I expect you to follow it. Understood?"

His eyes became terrifying as I nodded. If only I could figure out how he sounded familiar. Then it struck me. "I feel like I know you from somewhere..."

He shrugged "So?"

"So I'm trying to figure out who you are..."

I heard him chuckle. "Have fun with that..."

His phone rang suddenly, making me jump. "Don't say a word." He hissed as he crossed the room, answering his phone. "Hello? Yeah, I know... I can't make it today..." He listened for a while. "... Well, I can be there in about half an hour... See you soon." He hung up the phone, and turned to look at me.

"I have somewhere to be." He shoved his cell phone into his pocket. "Stay here."

I nodded. He left the cabin abruptly. The code lock turned red, locking me in here.

As soon as I saw him disappear into the trees, I decided to search the cabin.

I emptied the cupboards. Nothing.

The single draw below them held a phone. My face lit up hopefully as I turned it on.

My mood dropped once I saw that it was locked. I looked at the wallpaper, which had a group photo of Black Veil Brides, which seemed to be rather recent, as Andy's hair was short in it.

No way. I was taken by a member of Black Veil Brides.

But who was it..?