House Of Wax : Nick Jones FF ✅

Twenty-Four. 24

The scene focuses on Lilian's taped hands, desperately working back and forth across the top of the tool cart, using its edge to cut through the tape. She's almost through when—

"Lil?"

Her heart fluttered at the sound of Nick's voice echoing through the gas station, a surge of relief flooding through her. Despite her sealed lips making it difficult, she tries to scream out for her boyfriend, but the sound barely escapes her throat. Pushing herself into overdrive, she knows she has to get her hands free.

Meanwhile, Nick is bewildered. "Where the hell is everyone?" he mutters, his eyes scanning the town for any sign of life as he moves around, searching for any movement.

After what feels like an eternity, Lilian finally manages to free her hands. She immediately begins to pull at her lips, the pain excruciating but she pushes through, determined to break free. The superglue stretches her skin as she struggles to pry her mouth open.

"Dalton? Lilly? Hello!?" Nick's voice echoes through the empty space, his frustration mounting with each unanswered call.

With her injured finger oozing blood and distracting her from the pain in her lips, Lilian uses it to help cut through the glue. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, her lips tear apart, until finally, she manages to scream out Nick's name, her voice filled with hysteria. "NICCCCKKK!"

Nick, who had been making his way back onto Main Street, abruptly stopped in his tracks, a sense of alarm coursing through him. "Where did that come from?" he muttered to himself. Before it hits him: "Lilian? — Shit! Lil?!" he called out anxiously as he heard Lilian's tearful voice emanating from somewhere nearby.

Each word she uttered seemed to tremble with fear and desperation. "D-Down here. V-Vent."

Following the sound, Nick quickly located the source of Lilian's distress, scurrying over to where she was trapped. "Fuck! What happened?" he exclaimed, dropping to his knees and peering into the vent. Despite her tear-blurred vision, Lilian's terror-stricken eyes refused to release him from their grip.

"Please, get me out of here. There's a door inside the station. Hurry, I know he'll be back," Lilian pleaded urgently, her voice laced with fear.

Nick wasted no time, springing into action and dashing into the station. Lilian could hear his hurried footsteps as he descended the stairs. Moments later, the door was kicked open, revealing Nick's horrified expression at the sight of his girlfriend's torn and battered state.

"Holy shit," Nick muttered in shock as he rushed to Lilian's side, taking in the extent of her injuries. Despite the chaos around them, his primary focus was on calming her down.

"I got you, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here, baby," Nick reassured her, wrapping his shirt around her injured hand to makeshift a cast. Seeing how bruised her wrist was from all the attempts to break free. Lilian, overwhelmed with emotion, sobbed uncontrollably, struggling to catch her breath.

"He took Dalton somewhere, Nick," Lilian managed to choke out between sobs, her voice trembling with fear.

Nick's expression darkened with concern, but he pushed aside his worry for Dalton for the moment, focusing on comforting Lilian. "We'll get him. I need you to slow your breathing, love," Nick instructed gently. "Who did this to you? Some fucker is going to-"

Lilian cuts him off, being able to breathe now and calm her rapid breathing, she talks calmly knowing she needs to explain the messed up situation she got herself in. "I think he and his brother have got Wade, Carly, and Dalton up at - the house. Get my feet."

Nick aggressively pulls on the tape around her ankles. He was able to get a good layer out only to see others waiting. Getting irritated, he listens as Lilian mutters to herself in concern for her friend while Nick is forced to use his teeth to make a rip in the tape.

Taking a step back to examine her, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of injury or harm. But as he looked into her tear-filled eyes, he saw something else there - a haunting realization dawning on her as she relived the violation she had just endured.

In that moment of anguish and despair, Lilian felt a surge of nausea and guilt wash over her. Another man had forced himself upon her, violating her. The thought made her skin crawl with disgust, and she felt an overwhelming urge to rid herself of the taint of his touch.

Desperate for solace, for a sense of security in the arms of her boyfriend, Lilian did the only thing she could think of - she kissed Nick. It was a spontaneous, desperate act, driven by a primal need to reclaim her own agency, to assert her connection with the man who held her heart.

For Nick, the suddenness of Lilian's actions took him by surprise, but as he felt her trembling against him, clinging to him with a desperation he had never seen before, he understood the depth of her anguish. And in that moment, a fierce protectiveness surged within him, mingled with a burning rage at the thought of another man defiling his beloved.

As their lips met, Nick's kiss became more demanding, more possessive, fueled by a primal instinct to mark Lilian as his own. He ignored the blood and rips that stained her lips, his only focus on asserting his dominance, on claiming her in a way that no one else ever could.

...

From Nick's perspective, he scanned the area, his senses on high alert. All clear. With Lilian close by his side, they pressed forward into the gas station's mechanic's garage, moving swiftly along the wall. As they traversed the space, Nick noticed a phone mounted to the wall and reached out to try it, but Lilian's sudden expression of fear caught his attention.

What's she looking at? Nick wondered, turning to follow Lilian's gaze. His eyes widened as he spotted Bo approaching the station from Main Street. Reacting quickly, Nick pulled Lilian out of sight, his voice tinged with anger as he spoke. "...That him?" he asked, already knowing the answer. She nodded in confirmation.

"He's so fucking dead," Nick muttered grimly, his hands curling into fists as he glanced around the garage for a weapon. Spotting a large crescent wrench lying on the floor, he seized it without hesitation.

Lilian pleaded with him to leave, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. "Nick - let's just get out of here. Please. We need help," she implored, her words pulling at his heartstrings.

Feeling a surge of protectiveness towards Lilian, Nick knew he had no choice but to oblige. With a firm hand on her lower back, he took charge of their safety, leading them away from the danger of the approaching murderer, determined to keep Lilian safe at all costs.