The caretaker glances at his watch, and mutters, "Well, you're not
going anywhere, and I need a little break." He adjusts himself, and
smiles wickedly, "Working on live ones always gets me hard. I think
I'll put on the Paris Hilton video - House of Wax, and haha, well, you
remember jacking off, don't you? Not that you'll be ever doing that
again. Ha, ha, oh, man - this never gets old."
He pulls out a cigarette, puts it in his mouth without lighting it,
and leaves. Minutes later there's the roar of a TV blaring.
A few minutes later there's a scraping sound, and one of the casement
windows swings open. The glass has been painted on the inside, but
it's still an operable window. A pair of boots appear through the
casement opening. Mitchel hears loud whispering voices.
"Hey, Doug, be quiet. I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
"You want to use the new carpool lane, doncha, Luke."
"Yeah, but you really think a wax dummy'll fool-," Luke stopped short
as he dropped to the basement room floor and stood staring at Mitchel,
"Shit, what did these sickos do to that kid - he's dickless!"
"He's a wax dummy. Good enough to fool you," Doug said, "Now he looks
ready to go. We can finish some touch up paint on his face later. Now
help me lift him down."
"There's no way he'll fit through the window," protested Luke still
staring at Mitchel.
Mitchel's mind was screaming help.
"Nice bulge," Doug said squeezing Mitchel's smooth crotch, "Bet I
could carve him a nice one."
"Yeah, I betcha could, Doug, but I'd prefer a twat," Luke said with a
nod.
"To each his own, bro. Now put one arm over your shoulder and lift
his thigh and knee, I'll get the other side. Then we'll take him the
cellar stairs."
"If the stairs are right there, why'd we go through the window?"
"Cause most doors lock on the outside, but open from the inside. Now
let's exit with our goodies, before anyone comes back."
The two men reek of whiskey, as they heft Mitchel off the modeling
rack. They carry Mitchel the naked wax boy wonder up and out of the
basement. Mitchel was relieved, at least he hadn't been rubberized
yet. If he had been, there would be no reversing it according to the
caretaker. That meant there was a way to reverse his body's
conversion to wax. There had to be a way to be flesh again.