HOUSE OF WAX
by ViciousFiction
BASED ON: [Movie] House of Wax: 2005
RATING: M +
[A/N: Dear readers, I'm so sorry this chapter took so much longer to upload! I've re-written it like 5 times, and I'll guiltily admit that I completely lost motivation after trying (and failing) to write a sex scene between Blake and Paige (they just don't do it for me), but hopefully what I finished with is better! :)]
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The Roadkill guy had Carly secured neatly in his arms, not even remotely concerned about any potential onlookers. As he waited for Bo to come and claim his struggling captive, he was intentionally pressing himself into her from behind, motioning his hips forward in a circular, grinding motion. He made a deep, rumbling groan in satisfaction.
A pit formed in her stomach as she felt him hardening behind her, 'No, no, no!' she cringed silently, shaking her head furiously. "Let me go!" She shrieked, feeling his grip tighten on her wrists as she wiggled against him. "Somebody help, please!"
He sniggered. "Shh… You keep moving your ass like that, and it won't be Bo you need worry about. I saw you, after you fell in my pit…" his breath was hot against the side of her face, tainted lust in his voice. "Maybe when he's finished with yer –"
"Please," Carly interrupted him; "You don't have to do this…" She glanced down at his arm pressed against her chest. It stretched the whole way across her tiny frame effortlessly. Even though he was wearing the same faded red, long sleeved, button up shirt from earlier, it appeared much dirtier than before. Her eyes widened, noticing a trail of dried blood that had stained his cuff right by her wrist. She tried to reason it was probably just from carting those dead carcasses around after he'd dropped them off, but it didn't stop the uneasy feeling.
He stopped the grinding, but ignored her feeble request to release her, "Want me to let you in on a little secret?" There was a shrewd wickedness in his tone.
Carly's eyes were still locked in place on the blood on his shirt, she couldn't remember if it was stained before. And the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She blinked roughly and snapped back to reality. "Wait, what secret?" So many thoughts came to mind. Had he been to see Wade? Was he the reason Paige and Blake weren't answering their phones? Or had he intercepted Nick and Dalton on one of the back roads?
"Still so rude," he replied slyly. "Didn't your parents teach you any manners?"
'Rude?' she frowned to herself. He was obviously still hung up on them leaving him beside the washed out road. "Do I even want to know?"
He rested his chin on her shoulder and coerced her body to sway. "Promise not to be mad?" It was the kind of thing you'd expect to hear from a boyfriend who'd guiltily spent all his savings on video games. She anticipated what he was about to say wouldn't be so trivial.
"What did you do?"
Roadkill guy, she didn't know his name and wasn't planning on asking, paused before answering. He picked his head up from her shoulder and pressed his lips to her ear, "I was the one who broke the fanbelt."
Carly gasped, her thoughts racing a hundred miles a minute. What would have happened if they'd let him take them the whole way into town? Would she be locked up downstairs in Bo's secret lair right now? She cursed herself for leaving Wade alone in Bo's house, hoping he was still alive. She wished she'd had more foresight to go into the house with him, and as far as trusting Bo… Bo. She remembered this whole mess was because he was coming for her. Her stomach knotted in despair. Despite Roadkill guy being the one pressed up behind her, she was much more afraid of Bo's intentions. Carly recalled the image of him sitting patiently beside her in his truck, while his cunning plan almost lured her straight into his torture chamber. But it wasn't his manipulation that frightened her most. She cringed even contemplating the complicated feelings that were whirling inside her head.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
'Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,' Carly hadn't spoken her thoughts aloud, but the harsh voice, dripping with rage sure had her picturing Bo storming up behind them sporting devil horns with a pitchfork in hand.
"Bo–" The sudden interruption caught Roadkill guy off guard, causing him to relax his grip on Carly's hands.
Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She knew that fighting off one antagonistic hillbilly was hard enough, let alone trying to fend off two. Carly bit her lip anxiously, but decided to take advantage of his distraction and tried to recall some of the self-defence moves Nick had taught her previously. Remembering one move in particular, she threw caution to the wind and swung her hips to the side. Simultaneously, she ripped one of her wrists free from his loose grip, and then slammed a closed fist right into his crotch.
Exactly as Carly had hoped, Roadkill guy let go of her completely and reached down to tend to his soon-to-be bruised appendage. "Oww! You bitch!"
"You're letting her get away!" Bo growled, quickening his pace to chase after her.
Carly felt an immense sense of relief to be free of his clutches. First, she was going to rescue Wade from Bo's house; she shuddered as she envisioned passing by the house of wax on the way there.
Meanwhile, Bo had stopped beside his injured accomplice. "Why didn't you bring her to me? You know better than that." He leaned over, crouching down to Roadkill guy's level, he rested his hands on his knees.
"I thought you were right behin' me!" it was his ego that had taken the brunt of the beating. Roadkill guy's bruised crotch became an afterthought and both men stood watching after Carly sprinting away from them. They both turned their heads to the side, almost in unison.
"Well, I had a few adjustments to make," Bo smiled wryly. "I don't think my chair is going to cut it with this one. I need to be able to see that." He gestured towards Carly's gorgeously rounded behind.
"Where do you think she's runnin' to?" Roadkill guy asked curiously.
Bo replied flatly, "Well, her boyfriend is at my house." He watched as Carly rounded the corner, conspiring a plan to thwart her rescue mission. For all intents and purposes, Wade was safe, for now.
"What, with Vincent?" Roadkill guy had a knowing expression.
"No," Bo sighed, Vincent wouldn't lay a hand on Wade unless he gave him strict permission to after what had happened earlier. "But I'm sure he's dying to get to work."
- o - o - o - o -
Holding onto his penis with both hands, Dalton leaned back slightly and relaxed his shoulders, relieving himself on a tree just outside the campgrounds. "Oh, dude, I had to pee so bad, man."
Right beside him, Nick had to go too. Getting a little too close for comfort, Dalton was accidentally crossing streams, provoking his already uncomfortable friend. "Come on, dude," Nick groaned, nudging him with his shoulder.
An athletic man, similar in height, with dark brown skin crept up behind them, "Hey, you guys gonna have sex?" he mused, slyly.
Dalton turned back to him, perplexed, and surprised "What?"
Blake put his hands encouragingly on their shoulders, "Because me and Paige are," he smirked. "So… you two go pick them up."
With an exasperated sigh, Nick rolled his eyes, "All right." The boys finished up their man-business, shook off and zipped up their trousers.
Leading the way over to his blue truck, Blake turned back towards the campsite, incredibly smug, "Hey, Paige!"
Beyond the trees, Paige was busy re-setting up the campsite, and had crouched down beside one of the eskies. Brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder and out of the way, she turned back to address him, "Yeah?"
Trying to remain calm and cool, he toned down his anticipation, "Nick and Dalton are gonna go get them." Blake gestured over his shoulder with his thumb at his two unimpressed friends behind him.
Paige frowned, slightly disappointed, "Why? We can go."
He dropped his ears to his shoulders and groaned, "Oh, baby. Come on, I'm tired of driving."
To his surprise, she didn't argue. Paige always argued. About everything. "Okay," instead, she just shrugged her shoulders, and went back to rummaging the esky in front of her.
The three boys had made their way over to Blake's truck, he eyed Nick nervously. "Why don't you let my man drive?" He said, dangling the keys into Dalton's hands.
"Really?" Dalton beamed, practically snatching the keys from Blake.
Leaving the two of them alone in front of the bonnet, Blake jogged back into the campsite to join Paige. Dalton was grinning widely, eagerly waiting for Nick to get out of the way, "You heard him. Move."
Nick reached out his hand and rolled his eyes, "Give me the damn keys."
When Dalton wouldn't budge, Nick grabbed his nipple and twisted it through his shirt, forcing him to give the keys up. "Okay! Okay!"
"That's better," Nick smirked. "Let's go."
- o - o - o - o –
Back in Ambrose, Carly had only just managed to escape Bo's clutches, again. She knew he and his partner in crime would be right behind her the whole way, but she was determined to get to Wade. Desperately hoping that there wasn't some shortcut they knew about that she didn't. Carly could only assume that if Bo had been outside with her and not at his house, Wade would still be safe; lying on the couch in his lounge room… She cringed, remembering Roadkill guy and the blood on his sleeve when he'd had his arms wrapped around her. Had he been to Bo's to see Wade before he approached her on the street?
Carly stopped at the bottom of the long gravel driveway, panting heavily and out of breath from running. She was surprised that she hadn't heard either of them following behind her and that even as she peered out into the empty town, there was no sign of their figures in the shadows. However, after struggling to catch her breath, Carly turned round and gazed up at the house in front of her anxiously. She squatted down into a low crouch, desperately hoping that she wasn't about to walk straight into another trap and began the long ascent up the driveway.
The gravel was unexpectedly loud as it crunched underneath her feet. Only several metres up and she paused to stare down at them. She couldn't help feeling mildly insane for wishing she could shush them. Carly shook her head, this whole situation was insane. There was a rustling in one of the bushes right behind her. She snapped up and spun around. A breeze had blown through, interrupting the silence. Resting her hand on her chest, she sighed in relief. 'This bloody place!'
"Grrrrrr…"
Carly shot back to attention, 'That's not the wind…' her heart was racing. One at a time, her feet awkwardly edged backwards up the path. "Nice doggy…" she whispered, putting her hands out in front of her. The cheeky dog from inside the house of wax, crept out from the bushes and was baring his teeth menacingly at her. 'Is he guarding Bo's house?'
What started out as a low rumbling growl quickly grew more ferocious the closer he got. "Bark!" she could see his teeth grinding together in between snarls and barks.
"Easy boy!" Carly's feet were beginning to pick up the pace.
"BARK! BARK!"
Carly shrieked, "Waaaaddeeeee!" and turned to make a run for the house. 'Good god I hope he's in here!' Luckily there wasn't far left to go. She practically leapt up the porch stairs, but the dog was lashing at her heels.
"GRRRR!"
Carly slammed her hands down onto the flyscreen, "WADE! Are you in there?!" She kicked back at the dog, but his jaws had latched onto her jeans tightly, barely missing the skin on the back of her ankle. She tried desperately to shake him free while she pried open the flyscreen.
One more violent kick backwards. The poor dog whimpered. Enough adrenaline had surged back into Carly, giving her enough force to send him several feet away. She wedged herself between the flyscreen and the front door.
"BARK!" the dog threatened, he'd gotten to his feet and making his way towards her again.
"Your master is an awful man, you know that?!" Carly patronised, while she fumbled with the handle of Bo's front door.
The dog pounced at her again. But this time he was too late.
Carly slammed the door behind her, pressing her back up against it. She silently hoped Bo had seen her kick his dog. Not because she meant to hurt him, but because she was so mad at Bo for luring them there in the first place.
"Bark! Bark!" his yapping was muffled through the front door now, but she was sure the noise would alert the surly men outside to her intrusion. If they weren't inside already.
For the time being though, she didn't care. Carly looked over at the couch and spied Wade's brown hair poking out over the edge. He hadn't moved an inch. While tip toeing over to him, she scanned the floor for any signs of a struggle or blood on the carpet. Sucking in a deep breath, she circled around to the other side.
To Carly's surprise, Wade's eyes were wide open. "Wade!" she cried, falling to her knees. Tears began welling in her eyes. "What is going on here?"
He looked back at her, blinking furiously with a look of panic in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked, but Wade didn't respond. "What have they done to you? Why can't you talk?"
"Mmmm!" his voice was muffled through closed lips.
"Please!" Carly placed a hand delicately on Wade's face, "Please talk to me! I'm so scared, Wade."
The sedative that Bo had given him earlier was starting to wear off, but some of the effects were still lingering. "Mmmmm!" his eyes were full of anguish. Using every ounce of strength he had, he lifted his arm in an attempt to gesture to the foot of the couch.
"What? What is it?" she followed his arm with her eyes.
It wasn't Bo, and it certainly wasn't Roadkill guy. But there was definitely a man there. He was standing in the archway watching on several metres away. Long dark hair framed his face, with frightening pits of darkness where his eyes should be. "Wade…" she whispered. "Wade, please get up."
To be continued…
[A/N: I'd like to take a moment to sincerely thank everyone who has added this story to their favourite stories list and is following along! And an extra special thank you to everyone that has taken the time to leave me a comment/review! I have literally cried reading some of them, and will definitely try my best to update frequently, as well as take on board suggestions and constructive criticism. It's also nice to have verbal reassurance that I'm not the only one super messed up fantasising about Bo & Carly either, that's super comforting, hahaha!]
And on that note, since this is chapter 3, and there happens to be 3 brothers (*spoilers, ha), I thought, if you were up for a game of Kiss, Kill, Marry, we could perhaps play a dirtier version with Kiss, Fuck, BJ and by some twist of weird rapey fate you have to choose between Bo, Vincent and Roadkill Guy… Who would you choose for each and why? :D
