Hope (House of wax x reader)

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Bo carried you upstairs, and practically kicked down a closed door.  Vincent and Lester hesitantly followed behind.  

"Aw, why you gotta be doin' this in my room," Lester whined.

"Shut it," Bo demanded angrily.

You wanted to fight back, run off, something.  Anything.  But the searing pain in your leg was too intrusive in your brain to think of anything else right now.  So you were stuck on Lester's bed, being held down by a serial killer.  You saw Vincent in the doorway, holding a small box.

"No, you're just gonna fuck this shit up," Bo shouted.

"He does this all the time, he'll be better at it than you," Lester pointed out.

"Move," a strange voice instructed.

You had never heard Vincent speak before.  And you weren't expecting him to sound like that.  His voice was like a dark version of Bo's, and watery.  As if he was being drowned while talking.

He started rooting through the small box, and gently pushed Bo aside.  While he and Lester knew that Bo wouldn't like it, they also knew that he couldn't do the job right.  Then Vincent pulled out a syringe.  You panicked more, and began trying to back away.  But your hands were slipping on the blankets sitting on the bed, and your leg hurt too much for you to get too far.  Bo quickly grabbed you to hold you in place, and Vincent stabbed the needle into your arm.

He then grabbed a pair of tweezers, and began to extract glass from your leg.  He was being quite meticulous, trying not to cut the skin even more.  You began feeling like you were getting tired, and like you were on the brink of sleep.  You realized that what Vincent had injected into you was some sort of drug to put you to sleep.  You were on the brink of unconsciousness, and you were trying your best to stay awake.

"It's fine kid, just close your eyes," Lester said softly.

"Just go to sleep.  It'll be all over when ya wake up," Bo told you.  

You felt your eyes closing and a tugging in your legs, and you were scared to fall asleep.  You weren't sure if you were going to wake up.

"They didn't break any bones or anythin,'" Vincent stated.

And with that, you closed your eyes, and squeezed them shut as hard as possible.  You were hoping that when you opened them, you could keep them open longer, and hopefully stay awake.  You wanted to live.  You weren't gonna let these three motherfuckers kill you.

But when you opened your eyes back up, you were tucked under the covers of the bed.  Lester was asleep in the corner, sitting on a chair from the kitchen table.  You'd expect for a room that was supposedly his to smell like the back of his truck, but instead it smelled like the woods on a rainy day.  How it even managed to smell like that was beyond you.  But it did.  You looked over to a window that was next to the bed's headboard, and saw that the sun was setting outside.

You were nervous to see what state your leg was in, but you might as well get it over with.  So, you hesitantly lifted up the blanket, and peered at your limb.  It was stitched up elegantly, and you would have been in awe if not for the current situation.  You reached out to touch it, curious about how they felt.  You gently touched a stitch, but heard someone opening the bedroom door.

"Hey fuckwit, wake up," Bo said angrily.  "And you, stop touchin' your fuckin' leg, it won't heal right if you keep at it."

You dropped the blanket, and stared at the man in the doorway.  You could feel the color drain from your face.  You watched as he made his way over to Lester, violently smack him on the shoulder, and Lester began to stir in his seat.

"Hey there.  What time is it," Lester asked, stretching.

"Doesn't fuckin' matter.  You fell asleep watchin' the kid dumbass."

"Oh, I did?  Sorry 'bout that."

"Get the fuck outta my sight."

Lester stood up, stretched a little more, feeling tight from sleeping in a chair.  He left the room, and you watched Bo intently as he made his way over.  You were petrified, and you were going to be ready if he pulled a knife or a gun on you.

"How're ya feelin' kid," Bo asked you.

You stared at him, not responding.

"Come on, does anything hurt?  Vinny wants ta know if anythin's infected."

"When are you going to kill me," you questioned.

"We're not gonna kill you.  We would've done so already if we wanted to.  Now does anythin' hurt?  How're ya feelin?'"

"I'm fine," you told him.

"Alright.  If that's how ya wanna do this, then fine.  Come on."

Before you ask what he meant by 'come on,' he grabbed you again.  He picked you up bridal style again, and you began to panic.  Oh god, you were gonna die.  He said they weren't gonna kill you, but did you just make him change his mind?

"Vinny, we got any more eggs," Bo asked loudly.

"We don't," Lester shouted back.  "You ate the rest of 'em!  And ya polished off the hot sauce!"

"Then fuckin' make more!"