I stared at him in horror.

The man I deeply loved, I never expected that one day he would leave me in such a cruel way.

"Save me,"

My husband struggled to open his mouth and looked at me pitifully.

The sticky wax was stuck to the corners of his lips, mingled with crimson bloodstains.

He must be in pain.

"Husband,"

I choked, stepping closer to him.

I gently touched his cheek.

I held his hand.

I touched his body.

I even crouched down and held his ankle.

I couldn't believe it, my husband was completely wrapped in scalding wax from head to toe.

What kind of technique is this?

To be able to cover a living person from head to toe with wax in the shortest amount of time?!

My tears fell.

Pain, fear, helplessness...

All kinds of complex emotions churned in my stomach, and I turned my head and vomited.

"Husband, how can I save you?"

I asked tearfully.

My husband strained to open his mouth and only managed to utter three weak mosquito-like sounds:

"Take me away."

He must have heard the police call I made just now.

He knew that relying on rescue, he didn't know when he would escape the clutches of the demon.

He could only place his only hope on me.

Take him away?

I forced myself to calm down.

How can I take away a wax figure?

I can't carry him, I can't lift him.

Even escaping alone is difficult for me.

"Husband, I'll scrape off the wax from your shoes, then we can escape together,"

I have only this foolish method.

I don't have a scraper or any hard objects in my hand.

I looked around the room, besides the wax figure, there were no other tools.

No way, I can only use my phone to smash the wax block under my husband's feet.

The just solidified wax gradually cracked.

Faster!

The left foot is done!

Faster!

I swung my phone forcefully, the screen shattered, and the broken tempered glass cut into my palm.

I didn't care about the pain, I kept smashing the other foot.

Finally, at the moment the wax block under the right foot came off, I saw the possibility of survival.

"Husband, let's run."

I anxiously grabbed his hand.

My husband moved stiffly.

My heart sank into an ice cellar once again.

I overlooked one thing, my husband's body was covered in thick wax from head to toe.

Even if his shoes can leave the ground, his legs are still tightly wrapped in wax.

He can't take a step, he can't walk normally.

His knees can't bend, he can't even walk straight by hopping.

He's like a completely paralyzed patient.

The flame of hope that had just ignited in my heart was once again extinguished by cruel reality.

Despair, like boundless darkness, completely engulfed me.

"Husband... I'm sorry, I can't save you,"

I cried out in pain.

Clang—

The door behind me opened.

I didn't have time to wipe away my tears and turned around in panic.

It's here.

The impostor of my husband looked at me, his eyes filled with pitch-black reproach.

"Wife, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to wait obediently for me? Why don't you listen?"

I stepped back step by step, suppressing the panic in my heart, "I did listen, I was observing the wax figure."

I pointed to the wax figure next to me.

"Look! This wax figure looks exactly like you."

It approached me slowly, its gaze drifting from my husband's face.

It reached out to me, "Let's go, the staff are waiting for you in the wax figure museum."

"I... I don't wantto go."

I stumbled back, my mind racing for a way to escape.

But the impostor was too fast, too strong.

It grabbed my arm tightly, its grip like a vise.

"You don't have a choice,"

it hissed, its voice filled with malice.

Tears streamed down my face as I struggled against its hold.

"Please, let me go! I can't leave my husband behind!"

The impostor's grip tightened even further, causing me immense pain.

"Your husband is gone, and you will be too if you don't cooperate,"

it sneered.

I could feel my strength fading, my hope dwindling.

But then, a surge of determination coursed through me.

I couldn't give up.

I couldn't let this impostor win.

With all my remaining strength, I kicked the impostor in the knee.

It recoiled in pain, loosening its grip on me.

I took that opportunity to break free and sprint towards the exit.

My heart pounded in my chest as I ran, desperately searching for a way out.

But the impostor was hot on my heels, chasing me relentlessly.

I could hear its heavy footsteps behind me, getting closer and closer.

Just as I thought I was trapped, I spotted an emergency exit sign.

Hope surged within me as I pushed open the door and stepped outside.

The cool night air hit my face as I raced through the dark alleyways.

I didn't dare to look back, fearing that the impostor was still pursuing me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached a busy street.

I flagged down a passing car and pleaded for help.

The driver, sensing my distress, let me in.

I told him about the impostor and my husband trapped in the wax figure.

He agreed to take me to the police station.

At the station, I gave a detailed account of the events that had unfolded.

The police assured me that they would investigate the matter thoroughly and do everything in their power to find and rescue my husband.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

The investigation yielded no significant leads, and my husband remained missing.

I refused to give up hope.

I plastered missing person posters all over the city, hoping that someone would have information.

I reached out to the media, sharing my story in the hopes of finding any leads.

Months turned into years, but I never stopped searching.

Every day, I woke up with a renewed determination to find my husband.

I joined support groups for families of missing persons, finding solace in the shared experiences and understanding.

I became an advocate for missing persons, raising awareness and pushing for better resources and support for families.

Despite the passage of time, the pain and longing for my husband never faded.

But I held onto hope.

Hope that one day, I would find him and bring him home.

Hope that he was still alive, waiting for me.

And until that day comes, I will never stop searching.