Pushing the door open to the unmarked room, Vince found a round art room. There were abandoned isles with unfinished paintings on them. Paint brushes littered the floor and there was a sculpting knife on a chair. The room looked dirty, with splattered paint everywhere. Vince wondered if a clown exploded in here. But his attention was drawn to the unfinished wax sculpture in the middle of the room. It looked like it was supposed to be a guy around his age with a look of horror and surprise on his face.
What Vince didn't know was that this was no unfinished piece of work. This was actually the caretaker's first human wax sculpture. He had once been a young man of 18. He used to be the friend of the caretaker's late son many year ago. They had both been in an accident and only this young man came out alive. As an act of vengeance, the caretaker lured the boy into his son's art room and used the magic wax to turn the boy into this unfinished piece of work. He was supposed to remain in this room, with the heat of the sun burning his insides. The boy had long gone crazy from being trapped his in wax prison for 20 years now.
Vince walked over to the sculpture and ran a finger over it. The wax was soft, possibly from being in the room for so long. From the angle of the windows, if it was a sunny day, the wax could have been heated to near melting proportions. Vince suddenly found his hand on the sculpting tool and looked around. It looked like no one was here. And it was still raining. He was sure the sculptor wouldn't mind if he did some work on the sculpture.
He started with the face, running knife across the face, and unaware that he had woken up the man trapped inside. He craved teeth in the open mouth and cut off a bit of the nose, giving the guy a smaller, rounder nose. He made the eyes bigger, rounder, and added dilated pupils to try and keep a surprised look. He wasn't great with hair, so he shaved it all, giving the man a bald, or crew cut look. He smoothed the arms, giving it some definition on the biceps and muscles. The arms had been held in front of the sculpture, making it hard for Vince to get at the chest. But with careful, delicate hands, he slowly moved the arms a bit to give him access to the torso, and yet still make it seem the statue was protecting himself.
He got into the torso, working on the chest. He carved pecs into the otherwise flat chest, giving it more definition and managed to crave a four pack with some difficulty. He crouch down and looked at the crotch, a frown on his face. The sculpture had a wax penis. It was small, like some of those old greek statues. He thought for a minute before cutting it off and molding a a smooth bulge, unaware how painful it was for the prisoner. He started on the legs, unaware the caretaker was standing at the door.