Heath Silver
Heath waited a few moments as he started to assume that perhaps he was alone. Maybe this was just all some big misunderstanding and he would be let out if he made enough noise. But a feminine voice over ridded his thoughts and his fists clenched in an immediate response, who was sick enough to kidnap a girl too? His mind started to whir with thoughts of what had happened to the two of them, what where they going to do here. Heath didn't know if his celebrity status had anything to do with anything here, perhaps it was a mistake. But the third voice, the sound of a vulnerable man, made him seriously reconsider. This wasn't an accident, there were three of them in this place, something that made Heath go into a cold sweat. A bead of perspiration fell down his back and soaked up into the white boxers when it landed there. He shivered and tried to let his anger neutralize the fear he was feeling, knowing that if he wanted to get out of this place he would have to think rationally about it.
But his fear wasn't gone for long because soon a man came into the room, almost like he had just apparated out of nowhere, like in a Harry Potter film that Heath had watched before. But his message was way to menacing for his likes and soon he stepped forward to reveal a masked man with a lanky body and a sadistic smirk. Even with his busted creep radar, Heath shivered, this man was off. But as he started to tick of names, he realized two things, there were four of them and that each of them where celebrities. He had heard the names about and he shivered, so this was about their celebrity status. But things grew more grim as the conversation started to go on, he was The Collector for Christ sakes. He had heard about him, listened to him on the news and read him in the paper and Heath had concluded him as a sick fuck. Being captured by him always resulted in death.
The room once more felt way too hot for him and the craving for a cigarette was incredibly intense. He felt some more sweat fall down his torso and he shivered from the cold words of the man, he was stuck with a psycho. The man soon left but his presence was still felt by Heath. He shivered and pushed himself up against the door, letting the cool metal chill his sweating body. He didn't know what to do and felt the burden of their lives in his hands. There must have been something he could do, he had to. He couldn't just sit back and let this man run their lives; he needed to do something, something that would get them out of there. He knew that his manager, Mike Law would notice his disappearance when morning came, the man would report to the cops. Heath was always there in the morning where he was supposed to be, without fail. So that small thought gave him temporary solace.
But for now, he would have to make sure that these people would stay safe, he knew that the Sebastian kid was blind, he had heard it. And the other two, Giselle and Requiem were only girls. His head started to whir but nothing was coming up, the consistent craving for a cigarette incredibly strong. "Look, don't worry guys, we're going to get out of here, my manager will notice I'm missing and contact the police. I'm sure someone will notice you guys too, for now all we'll have to do is survive, okay?" Heath whispered his strong voice cutting through the air. His voice wasn't as calm as he wanted it to be and it still proved to falter just a bit but at the moment, it was the best he had.