A wedding dress is the last thing Waylon Park would dream of wearing while walking through the ruined corridors of Mount Massive. His dream is to escape from this seedy, mad and despairing place, but he just has no way to do it. As Waylon were afraid of the wrath of Eddie Gluskin, your "groom".

Waylon was afraid of this madman, frankly, he hated him, but Waylon voluntarily became his lover so as not to end up as an addition to the pile of corpses in his workshop. Still, he wanted to live, even if this life was like one big torture.

Walking through the dark corridors of the block, Waylon tried to unwind and take a break from the obsessive Gluskin, who literally did not leave his side and tried to be near Waylon every damn second. Before he had time to reach the next turn, Waylon wase suddenly grabbed by the waist and dragged into a room.

— Darling, where did you want to go? I asked you not to go far from my workshop... - Gluskin's eyes, full of obsession and madness, drilled a hole into Waylon.

The man's hands tightened around Waylon's waist as he sat Waylon down on a creaking table nearby. He smelled of rot and fresh blood, and Waylon tried to hold back his urge to vomit.

— I missed your warmth, darling. It's been so long since we've been alone together that I even forgot what your voice sounds like, broken by moans. - the man's lips twisted into a creepy grin as he lowered himself to Waylon's neck.

Eddie left a couple of wet kisses on Waylon's skin, slowly lowering one of his hands to the hem of Waylon'a shabby wedding dress, lifting it. His breath made Waylon's.. body drenched in cold sweat, causing goosebumps.

— My love, touch me... I want to know that you still love me the way I love you.