It must've been hours since you were knocked out and kidnapped.

You were still unconscious, but you were lying on an examination table with a man standing above you, staring at you dead in the eye through what seemed like a mask.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.."

The man was probably panicking. He knew damn well that he'd get his ass kicked by his twin brother if he didn't turn you into a wax statue.

But...he couldn't. He had done it to many others before...but he couldn't do it to you for some reason..

Bo, his brother, would be absolutely pissed if his own brother, Vincent, kept you alive even after he agreed to listen to him.

But you were too perfect. Too beautiful to turn into a wax statue, but not enough to become one of their victims.

Vincent didn't know what to do. He didn't know why he couldn't just finish up the process. All he had to do was cover your body in wax...you were already immobilized...he just didn't want to do it to you specifically..

Maybe he could keep you alive for now..