Wesley closed his eyes with dread; he had visited The Exterminator many times and had never enjoyed the experience. He couldn't see how he could possibly relax around someone that not only tortured people as a job (whether it be for their own good or not), but also enjoyed it. He didn't know what he was capable of. At least he had the comfort of knowing that Fox was still around should things get out of hand. "This really won't work unless you loosen up" The Exterminator chuckled once more.
Wesley gave out a startled jolt as The Repairman made his way into his vision; he had forgotten that he had been stood in the corner when he entered. He too was laughing at how uptight Wesley was, "Something tells me that you are gonna benefit a lot more from this than we originally thought" he chuckled in his Cockney accent. "You trust me now don't you?"
Wesley had found it impossible to bear any grudge against The Repairman after he had finally managed to get the upper hand during the last of his training fights. Up until that point he had been on the receiving end of far too many hits, up until the point that he had been drifting in and out of consciousness. This had become a regular thing for him since he had arrived and for some reason, that day, something inside him just snapped. The tables had turned and within seconds, The Repairman was face down, in a pool of his own blood. Wesley had instantly felt guilty but was just relieved that it had stopped. Now that he felt that they were even, he had even grown to like The Repairman to an extent.
"Yeah" he eventually replied, nodding his head nervously."Well then, stay still" he instructed, as he and The Exterminator slowly began to pour the steaming wax into the bottom of the pit, submerging Wesley's bare, bony feet. Wesley began to scream as the heat from the wax melted into his skin. "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN? THAT'S FUCKING HOT!" he began to lift his feet up high, kicking them upwards to keep them out of the wax for as long as possible each time. Eventually he used the strength of his arms and shoulders to suspend himself from the side, his legs bent and out of the reach of the wax.
They instantly lifted the bucket away when Wesley first began to protest. This happened every time so they had come to expect it. "I said stay still" The Repairman recalled, slightly irritated. "You also said this was supposed to be fucking relaxing" Wesley snapped, "looks like you were wrong on both counts." The Repairman rolled his eyes, "look, we're gonna do this again, do you think you'll be able to stay still?" Wesley looked down at the fumes of evaporating wax, radiating off of the pit floor. "What good is this possibly gonna do me?" he questioned, calming slightly. "Like I said before, personal cleansing and reflection, now are you gonna stay still or not?" he had lost any remaining patience by this point.
Wesley took one last look into the wax and nodded his head reluctantly. "It burns more if you move; If you stay still you will feel the benefits within minutes. It's about overcoming the pain, and finding a place in your mind that you can go to, that makes anything happening around you not matter. Most people don't know that place is there Wesley you are gonna go there, you're gonna find it." The Repairman had become deadly serious; Wesley could tell that this was something he had a lot of respect for. He stared at him, blankly, unable to comprehend what he was being told. "Once you find that place Wesley, you'll be able to overcome an obstacle this job or even life throws at you." With this he signalled for Wesley to get back into the pit. Wesley squinted his eyes together, dreading what he was about to do, but knowing that he would have to. He knew that they weren't going to let him just walk away, either way he was getting in the wax, it was just a matter of how much 'persuasion' he would need before doing so. He thought it easier to just do as they say now, and avoid any other hassle. Plus he liked the idea of what they were proposing; he had a lot of things he needed to block out and he was sure that he would have a lot more as time went on. He knew that this was something he had to do.
Slowly he began to lower his legs; when they were hovering just above the surface of the wax he let his arms go limp, removing any support they had on him, sending his feet straight into the wax once more. He was determined not to make a sound, he had listened to what The Repairman had told him and he just wanted to block everything out as soon as possible. This was easier said than done as it was impossible to ignore the pain for the first 10 seconds, it just overwhelmed him. He squinted his eyes tightly and blew air out harshly through tight lips. His breathing grew drastically heavier as sweat began to run down his reddened face.
As the first torturous seconds past he found himself able to get used to the pain. He was even unaware that the tub was filling as he slipped into a comatose like state as he tried to reach the place that would allow him to forget the pain altogether.