||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 13 |Shotgun|

With one last look at the two of us, he stepped out, closing and locking the door behind him, leaving me and Carly alone and tied up in the damp basement workshop.

I felt broken, And was losing hope fast. I felt lost in my own body, my thoughts. The world was spinning, I couldn't focus. All I could really register was the muddled whimpers and grunts Carly was making, and the sound of metal clanging. That and the thrumming of my own heart pounding in my ears.

I was brought out of my head by a sudden screaming. "Nick!" Carly called, "Nick! help us!"

I whipped my head up and practically saw a blood shower. Carly was sitting down, one of her fingers was profusely bleeding, it looked like the tip had been cut off.

"Please, help us! We're down here!" It took me a second to register that she had ripped her lips open, leaving them all torn and bloody.

I felt horrible, I could've just taken the tape off my mouth and screamed for her. Then again she was closer to the grate, so she was more likely to be heard. I was just in a world of my own.

We heard a scuffle upstairs, presumably between Nick and Bo.

"Nick!" Carly yelled out again.

"Carly!" I faintly heard him call back this time.

"We're downstairs!" She shouted. Instantly footsteps barrelled down the basement stairs and the door was busted down.

"Thank god," Carly gasped weakly.

"Jesus," Nick ran over to her, "it's okay. I'm here. I got you." He unraveled the tape around her wrists and undid her restraints.

Carly wrapped her finger in her shirt, then pointed at me. "Y/N," she said, "help Y/N."

Nick looked over, "shit, he got both of you." He came over to me, pulled the tape off my mouth and wrists. Then he looked at my legs and saw the metal cuff chaining me to the wall. "Crap, does he have the key?"

I shook my head, "it's in that red bin up there," I pointed.

He rummaged through it, "this one?"

He pulled out a dull sliver key, showing it to me, "yeah, I think so."

I sighed in relief as my ankle was freed, though it didn't mean we were safe by any means.

"Where is he?" Carly asked while Nick looked through a tool box for something sharp. "Where is he?" Carly asked again more aggressively.

Nick picked up a box cutter. "I locked him out," he answered slyly, "where the hell's Wade?" He asked back.

"I don't know. He went into the house," she replied.

"I think Vincent got him," I mumbled. They both looked at me.

Nick of course had no idea what I was talking about, but Carly got it. "The was museum guy?" She asked, to which I nodded.

"This place is a freak show!" She scoffed as she wrapped her finger with a strip of what looked like gauze. The whole time I had been looking through drawers and finally I found a switch blade, so I pocketed it in case of emergency, which we'd no doubt run in to.