Nice, long chapter here. Enjoy...

April ?, 2013. ?:? PST

I opened my eyes and was greeted by complete darkness. I tried to stand up but I felt something refusing to let me bring my arms in front of me, I tug at my wrists gently and feel that my wrists are tied together around something cold. "Hello? Hey!" I called into the darkness but I got no reply. The echo of my voice told me I was in some kind of warehouse, I shuffle in a circle looking for any clues at to my whereabouts. Ha! 'Whereabouts', such a mature word. I kept shuffling round until I knew that I had gone in a complete circuit at least once, wherever I was sat was in the middle of the building. I look at the dark space and stare into nothingness. Eventually, my eyes got heavy and I drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sounds of chains being cut, that sound makes me cringe. I was, suddenly, blinded by bright sunlight as a door was swung open revealing the shadow of a figure I definitely recognized. Oh no. He was back. I look past Beck and into the street behind, then I noticed the signpost that named the road San Fernando Rd. Great! I know I'm at least 20 miles away from home. How I knew this was beyond me.

Beck closed the door 'til it was partially open letting light fill the room. He walked around the edge of the room pulling open blankets that covered the windows illuminating the venue where I was being held hostage. The walls were gray and concrete, the ceiling high and made of metal. The place was bare with the exception of a queen-sized mattress, platforms that looked like a stage and me in the center tied to a pole. I could see almost every inch of the room with only a small corner still covered by darkness. I looked down at my clothes, they were gone and I was left in a Calgary Flames hockey shirt that stopped just above my knees.

After he had finished his slow walk with me watching his every move, he stepped towards me and knelt down in front of me. I hold my breath as he stares at me with his dark, hollow eyes that look like they peer into my soul.
"Well, V" he said slowly, "this is nice. To come back and find you're awake, you've been asleep for four days. After all that time you're gonna need something to keep yourself alive." He produced a bowl from behind his back and placed it on the floor. "Are you hungry?" he asked, with a wicked smile. I didn't reply. "I'll ask again...Are You Hungry?" he repeated louder, making me squeal. Scared of what he might do I nodded and he became calm. "Then eat up."
He opened the lid off the bowl to reveal spaghetti and meatballs. He fed it to me using a fork to put the food in my mouth. He tells me that I was lucky that it was meatball night, something his family did once every two weeks, and that I wouldn't be getting this quality of food again for a while so I should 'savor it'. When the last of the spaghetti was gone, he wiped my mouth with a tissue and pulled a can of Wahoo Punch from his back pocket. He opens it, puts a straw in and holds the straw against my mouth. I began sucking on the straw and tasted the familiar flavor. When I had finished he grabbed the stuff and walked back towards the door.
"Don't worry, V. I'll be back in a minute."

I sigh as he leaves, Why is he doing this? Why is he doing this to me? What have I done wrong? The answers to these questions I didn't have, yet.

The door creaked shut and Beck made his way back over to me. My eyes widened when I saw a knife in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. He reached behind me and cut my hands loose before pulling them in front and tying them up again with the duct tape. He forced me to stand up and started to drag me by the wrist to the mattress with three words, "Come with me."

He shoved me down on the mattress and told me to stay as he moved to the dark corner, he returns moments later with a radio. "I want you to experience what I'm gonna do with some music." The look he had on his face was one I recognized...

FLASHBACK

I tensed as a hand grabbed my shoulder. An evil, though familiar laugh echoed around the hall. I turned on the spot and squealed. "Beck! You scared me! I think I've had a heart attack."
"I do try my best." Beck winks at me.
"Come on, it's totally unfair to make myself shi-pee myself for your own amusement." I scowled at him.
"OK, V. I'm sorry." V, his new nickname for me. Ee! I just love it.
"It's 'kay. What're you doing here?" I asked him.
"I was helping Sikowitz create backgrounds for his new play. It took a while to finish as you can see."
I didn't fully understand the last bit. "What can I see?"
Never mind." He stifled a laugh and then went on to say, "You wanna come for a ride?"
"In your car?"
"In my car." He smiled and I nodded.

The first time that look appeared, just after the words 'In my car' and again not too long after...

I recognized the building beside us as the Tuesday Night Cafe Project, a venue with loud music and a dance floor. Over the entrance was a large banner stating, 'Special Event: over 18s only, free drinks, only $4.50.' It's a bit weird why it says $4.50, usually they round it up even I know that. Beck stepped out of the car and went to the back seat, grabbed his backpack and beckoned me out of the car. When I asked him what was in the bag, he said, "A surprise for everyone at this party."
He had a smirk on his face as he said it but I ignored being too pumped up about the party.

I should have paid more attention to him...

I walked to the door where I took a glance back to the bed, for no reason at all, and I thought I saw something that looked like the blue back of a phone underneath the bed in a shoe. But it couldn't be, could it? Maybe I should take a look... Too late. Beck had already ushered me out and into his car where I searched the back seats and Beck searched the front seats. We came up empty.

Beck pulled up in front of my house about twenty minutes later, I stepped out gave him a thanks and watched him drive off. As I looked in his rear-view mirror, I saw him smirking. Why's he smiling like that? I pondered on it for a moment before shrugging it off and going inside.

OMG! How could I be so stupid? I should have known something was off with that evil asshole.

END FLASHBACK

Beck placed the radio near my head, turning it on as he forced me to lie on my back. All that came from the radio was static as Beck undid the tape around my wrists only to retie them above my head through a rusted metal weight...Wait, how come I didn't notice that? I really need to start being more observant.
"I expect you want to know what I'm gonna do to you, am I right?" I nod, slowly. "Well, you're gonna keep guessing for now. I gotta go pick something up but I'll be back and you will get my special treatment."
He reached over to the radio and tuned it to some pop station. He, then, stood up and walked out the door, locking it when it closed. I heard the sound of an engine start then it faded away. All I could think about was how Sam and the gang will deal with my (and, possibly, Beck's) disappearance. A single tear trails down my cheek.

…

About an hour later, the rumble of an engine grew louder before it died and was followed by a car door slamming.
"I'm back!" Beck announced as he opened the door and stepped inside. "Did you miss me?" I didn't respond. "Sorry for taking so long, had some difficulties with my delivery. But...since you've been so nice and patient for me, I'm gonna give you that special treatment I was talking about." He said with that smirk.
For some reason, I didn't think the 'treatment' he was talking about would be a positive thing for me, most likely it was the expression as he said it. He crouched down in front of me and dropped a brown package at the edge of the mattress. I looked towards it, wondering what was in it, then Beck moved my face to face him. "That's not your treat. Not yet, anyway." I gulped.

So not a thrilling chapter but still, very important. The next chapter will probably be the last and quite short maybe about 800 words or so. We'll see. Make sure you take a look at my new story The Positive Strains.

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