Eric stood naked in the Plexiglas shower. The misty spray lingered in the enclosed room. It clung to his skin, making his tanned body feel sticky. He wiped his fingers on his slim arms. He felt embarrassed as the toothless man watch him with, what Eric felt, a sick perversion. Eric heard footsteps and watched as a woman stepped into view.
"Arwin, there you are. Take care of those other three kids." she told him. Arwin, the dumb giant nodded and began to walk away.
"Yes Misty." he said. Eric watched the giant leave. He then turned to the girl Misty. She was a beautiful girl. She had long flowing black hair that had a slight tint of green. Her skin was snow white and slim and curvy. She wore a slim black and white dress. She had big green eyes that made her look innocent and sweet.
"Who are you?" Eric asked, covering himself in front of her. THe girl smiled sweetly at him.
"I'm Misty. My family owns this Mansion. It's unfortunate you had come down to the basement. It's unfortunately the most...dangerous place in the mansion. People never leave." she told him sweetly. "You see, I run a Museum over in the next town. I'm talented, but sometimes I'm lazy. That's when my brother Arwin had come up with the most wonderful idea. Why waste my time on useless statues when I can just use live specimens! Oh he's always watching out for me."
"You're sick," Eric told the overly sweet girl. He was disturbed at how someone could be so sweet about something like that. "People will notice we've gone missing. They'll come here."
"No they won't." she told him. "No one comes to Spelmort Manor unless they're curious teens. Besides, by the time someone comes looking, you'll be in my museum."
"Well then someone will recognize me!" Eric shot back. It was an empty threat. "You can't get away with this."
"But I've been getting away with this for five years. Haven't you been to the Manor Museum in Graytown?" Misty asked him innocently. Eric's eyes widened. He had. Now he knew why all those statues of people and animals looked so real.
"You mean...They were all once alive?"
"Well actually, some are. You see, there are some liquid materials that actually keep people alive. They can't move, can't feel, can't speak, but they are still alive. Unlike those you become stone or plaster, my wax statues are all still alive."
"You're sick! Let me out!" Eric shouted, trying to punch through the Plexiglas. Misty just watched the muscled jock pound his cage.
"What I love about my special wax is, once the sprinklers turn on, it covers you so much I can sculpt you any way I want." She said as she walked to the row of final levers. "Now, which to pull?"