House Of Wax : Nick Jones FF ✅

Twenty-One. 21

Bo's grin twisted into a scowl as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the air. His amusement turned to agitation, and he quickened his pace towards the ladies' changing room. Inside, he found chaos: a broken window and shattered glass littering the floor.

Standing on a bench, he peered out the window, searching for any sign of Lilian, but she was nowhere to be seen. Frustration simmered within him as he scanned the room, his eyes settling on the row of toilet stalls. Perhaps she hadn't escaped after all.

Moving swiftly, he pushed open each stall door in turn, finding nothing but emptiness. But then, a single drip of water echoed into the silence, catching his attention. Confused, he followed the sound, his gaze drawn to an exposed ventilation duct.

With mounting suspicion, he watched as another droplet fell from the duct, splashing onto his face. Realization dawned on him as he glimpsed movement within the duct, and without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Lilian's feet, yanking her out with a vicious pull.

Lilian's screams filled the room as she crashed to the floor, gasping for breath and writhing in pain. Bo loomed over her, a smirk playing on his lips as he roughly pulled her up by the hair and slammed her against the stall door. Caught off guard, Lilian glanced down at her wet clothes, realizing they had given her away.

Desperation filled her voice as she looked up at Bo, pleading for answers in the face of his cruelty. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. Bo's touch traced a chilling path down Lilian's face, his fingers like icy tendrils against her skin.

"What happened to Wade? C-Carly?" Lilian's voice quivered with fear and desperation.

Bo's response dripped with mockery. "What happened to Wade?" he repeated, his tone dripping with malice.

Lilian struggled against him, attempting to break free from his grasp, but it was futile. With a cruel smirk, Bo effortlessly dragged her away, her questions left unanswered and her fate uncertain. Despite her best efforts, Lilian realized she was no match for the sinister force that held her captive.

...

Dalton and Nick parked their vehicle by the washout on the two-lane road, exchanging perplexed glances as they surveyed the scene. "Didn't they mention where the road was washed out?" Dalton questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion. "We couldn't have missed them," Nick replied, equally puzzled.

Dalton shrugged, suggesting, "Let's just drive across."

Nick hesitated for a moment before relenting, tossing the keys to Dalton. "Here, be my guest," he said with a wry grin. "You scratch it. I don't need to end up on anyone else's shit list." With a nod, Dalton accepted the keys, understanding Nick's caution. "I guess a little walk never killed anyone," he remarked as they embarked on foot, leaving the vehicle behind and venturing further into the road.

Nick glanced down at his phone, it showed the amount of time he had called Lilian but not one call had been picked up. Usually by now, he would harass Dalton to call her, maybe she was giving him one of those silent treatments. But something told him it was the opposite.

"Be quick, I won't hesitate to leave you behind," Nick mutters, his anger clear that it is starting to peak. Dalton wasn't able to respond back; he watched as Nick stuffed his phone back in his pocket before huffing out some air. His quickened step while Dalton followed after more confused at his haste.

...

Bo guided Lilian forcefully out of the building, his grip tight around her arm as they hurried across the street towards the gas station. But just as they stepped onto the pavement, a flicker of movement caught Bo's eye at the end of the street.

Through Bo's perspective, he spotted Dalton and Nick making their way up Main Street, far in the distance. Despite the surge of hope that shot through Lilian at the sight, Bo acted swiftly, silencing her with a hand over her mouth and whisking her towards the gas station before she could react.

Outside the back of the gas station, darkness enveloped them as Bo hurriedly carried Lilian, her struggles futile against his iron grip. He led her through a door, revealing a narrow staircase, which they descended swiftly.

At the bottom, Bo opened another door, and a dim light filtered in through a tiny air vent above, illuminating a chilling sight. In the center of the room sat a solitary chair, its surface marred by remnants of duct tape, a grim reminder of its sinister purpose.

Inside the room below the garage, Bo wrestled Lilian into the chair, her eyes widening in terror as she noticed blood stains on the floor below. With one hand clamped firmly over her mouth, he forced her to sit, her resistance futile against his iron grip.

Lilian's gaze darted to a tube of Super-glue in Bo's hand, her mind racing with dread at its purpose. As Bo applied the glue to her lips, sealing them shut with a cruel twist of his fingers, Lilian fought back with all her strength, but to no avail.

"It's a shame we have to close up that pretty mouth of yours," Bo taunted, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. Instead of a kiss, he blew gently on the glue, drying it before reaching for the roll of duct tape on the cart, sealing his work.

Lilian dared to hope for a moment from the relentless inflicted by Bo. Without warning, he grabbed her forcefully, his grip like a vise as he forced a kiss upon her lips, disregarding the fact that they had been sealed shut with glue. It was a violation of the highest order, a cruel mockery of intimacy that sent shivers of revulsion down Lilian's spine.

Despite her best efforts to resist, to push him away, Lilian found herself trapped in his grasp, her movements restricted by the bonds that held her captive. 

...

Nick and Dalton strolled along the deserted streets, their footsteps echoing against the silence. As they passed Flannery's Grocery Store, Nick paused, his gaze drawn towards the distant glow of the gas station.

"There's the station. Maybe they know where they are," Nick suggested a hint of hope in his voice.

But Dalton had other priorities. "I'm going to try to score some beers," he declared, much to Nick's frustration. Despite his irritation, and his temper slowly rising, since it's been a whole day since he'd seen Lilian.

With a resigned glare, Nick followed Dalton into the store, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of their missing friends. Dalton, however, seemed more interested in his phone, his attention momentarily diverted by a message from Wade. The words "Wax Museum" sent a shiver down his spine, but before he could ignore it, Nick intervened.

"What are you doing? Go see if they're there," Nick commanded, his urgency intense.

Grumbling under his breath, Dalton reluctantly obeyed, his body already turning towards the gas station. "You know—I'm really tired of you bossing me around," he muttered, though his steps quickened nonetheless.

Nick brushed off Dalton's complaints too distracted by the candy in the store, preoccupied with gathering them for Lilian. Since he was here, might as while use it to his advantage and grab only her favorite candies.