Gravity Falls Wax Figures の小説・ストーリー

She was aware of his hesitations, but at that moment, she felt a burning desire to connect, to push boundaries, and to show him that pain and pleasure could intertwine without it being detrimental. She lifted the candle and slowly tilted it, allowing a thin stream of warm, molten wax to spill out. As it touched Carver's skin, it formed tiny, glistening droplets that trailed down his chest, following the natural contours of his muscles. The wax, a vibrant shade of crimson, provided a stark contrast to the pale hue of his skin, each drop shimmering in the dim room like tiny, molten rubies. The wax flowed lazily, branching out in streams, pooling momentarily in the dips between his muscles befo

Silhouettes of human-like figures greeted them in the darkness. “What the f-fuck are those?” whispered Mickey, frightened. Agatha took out a flashlight and pointed the pale blue light at one of the figures. Mickey jumped from the image of a grotesque blonde celebrity with a partially melted facial feature. “They’re just wax figures.” A piece of metal signage behind the figure revealed the words EASTERN RIDGE MALL WAX MUSEUM. Isa wiped sweat off her forehead. “Must have melted from all the heat.” It was a two-minute walk past creepy melting wax figures and forlorn store booths until they get to a wide doorway that proclaimed they were in the indoor grocery mart.

"Get through this place before the protection fails completely." He was right. Standing here wouldn't help. We needed to keep moving, keep progressing toward Sector Two and eventually the Core. Axel went first. He backed up to get a running start, then sprinted across the platform and launched himself into the void. For a moment he seemed to hang in the air, suspended in the blackness. Then he landed on the next platform, stumbling slightly but staying upright. "It's stable!" he called back. "Come on!" Walter and Willow went next, jumping together with practiced synchronization. They landed smoothly, barely seeming affected by the strange gravity.

I ask. He nods and I pour the wax onto his back. He moans in delight and grabs at his clothes that I made him strip, twisting his jeans tightly in his hands, “MMM,” he groans. I watch as the wax hardens and I step onto his back, watching it crack and the heel stabbing him. He moans louder with each step and once all this wax is broken, I grab another candle and a new set of heels, like I always used to do.