Sneering maniacally and toothless, the man who had so efficiently worked the overhead crane, it doing the deed and did dump a helpless and strapped Eric along with the chair into the cannister of silky smooth and pure white plaster, he stood and watched as the victim struggled.
As with the struggled to win freedom from the straps that bound him into the chair, the movements only quickened the action of sinking deeper into the plaster slurry.
"What we do here is for us to know and no witnesses, too bad for you, but when you reach the center of the cannister, the heating element will assure you to become a permanent part of the finished block.
We used this process for many years, it makes an excellent casting mold for pouring imitation marble and making statues of those stuck and struck with the realization horror that they are about to die. The statues are grim but sell well, it makes me money; you shall be a true work of art very soon." The strange and huge muscular man said, his words heard by Eric but barely remembered as his primary thought was trying to escape the soon choking slurry engulfing him and the chair.
Realizing his fate and likely death, Eric ceased his struggling and the cannister moving came to where a vibrator usually aided the victim to sink to their entombed doom.
Slurry Hydra-cal type of extremely hard plaster has when soft some allowance for buoyancy. The vibrator working and doing its job well began to suck Eric down but his seated self in the chair caused him to move toward one side of the cannister.
Sinking, Eric caught the very rounded edge of the cannister the the bridge of his nose. He tried hard to lean toward the cannister edge and with his nose, literally hold his entire body weight from sinking below the surface of the slurry.
As the cannister moved along the vibrations ceased, as if those who went before were by then sunken to their death and made that perfect modeling of another horror struck person. Eric was a nosy person by trait, and in this case his nose for trouble kept him afloat long enough for the plaster slurry below to begin to harden.
Feelings of elation that he had concurred over his assailant trying to murder him, he could feel it coming and saw soon the warming oven his cannister was moving toward.
Warm turned moment by moment as the cannister moved closer to the warming oven, he knew his bare head would get badly burnt and he likely would die a worse form of a death.
Suddenly the cannister tipped, and with a crash, it fell sideways off the conveyor belt and slammed hard down onto the concrete floor.
Although Hydra-cal when dried makes a profoundly solid molding material, when it is jarred or dropped before heat tempered, it is brittle and can shatter easily. The tipping of the cannister off the conveyor belt and its slam down to the concrete floor shattered the block of half way cured slurry.
Cracked and smashed, the chair holding Eric with him strapped to it did break free from the partial entombment. A struggle to free himself, Eric found that the slurry weakened the straps that bound him to the chair, he snapping them with easy and slowly got to a standing position.
Elated he was freed from his almost certain doom, Eric turned around and was ready to run for the stairway and escape that place of terror. He turned and there looking at him stood that huge and ugly man.
"You not sink proper, would have ruined the mold, so I knocked you off the conveyor!" The big man said to Eric, talking to the lad as if he were about to set him free.
"You would have killed me!" Eric yelled at the man, he infuriated at the man for what he tried to do.
Before Eric could make a dashing run past the man and try for gaining his full freedom, the big man reached his strong arms around Eric, pinning down his arms and picking him up off the floor like he were made of marshmallow.
"I still have another good use for you, we go, I show you how the Maker here had more ways of using people for making money." The big ma saying to Eric, he totting him along down the aisle between the cannister machine and some other thing made of many vertical standing tanks.
Unbelievably strong, the man totted Eric along and to a Plexiglas vertically standing enclosure. Eric held as one helpless then received a sharp head butting from the man, it knocking Eric senseless long enough for the man to put his intended victim inside the rounded enclosure and shutting, he locked the door to it shut tight.
Slowly Eric revived, standing upright, he put his hands to the Plexiglas wall and tried screaming, "What now?"
An overhead sprayer started emitting a mist that soon soaked a partially encrusted Eric, his clothing having soaked up and dried with the Hydra-cal blended into the fabric. The rather oily mist soon moistened the clothing, and the man outside the enclosure motioned to Eric to strip off his clothes.
Coarse and crusty uncomfortable his clothing had become, the feeling of them becoming as oiled felt even worse, Eric reluctantly complied, stripping his helpless self to stand there stock naked.
Dropping the ruined clothing to the floor of the see-through enclosure, Eric wondered what was next for him as the man outside worked feverishly at opening varied valves of the many steel tanks surrounding were Eric stood.
"We are ready to begin, you shall not die from this, but you might wish you had, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, he, ha, he...!" The big man said, he to hapless helpless Eric standing and waiting for what would happen next.