Oh jesus christ ! Is this guy serious ? Does he hear himself ? He knows Waylon isn’t a woman , right ? If this wack job were separated from him with a sheet of glass &&. bound with handcuffs , he’d be laughing his ass off !
Waylon grunts , pressing a palm flat ‘gainst the cold concrete floor there is a crack ( bone , he’s sure ) as he attempts to rise from the floor , a hiss , jesus fucking christ ! He needs to bandage his leg &&. fast if he has any hope of hobbling his way to freedom . Eddie ( is that his name ? He recalls a patient , fists pounding on glass , pleas for help ) had to have gotten that fabric he wears from somewhere , possibly the very room in which they play their dangerous game of hide - and - seek , if he could just get his hands on some ! He reckons he could try to limp his way out , but , in that respect , Eddie’s right . Assuming he could attempt such a feat would be providing himself with falsified hope .
If he has any chance of making it out of this household alive , rusted social skills will have to be put to use , manipulation his best card to play . Fuck , fuck , fuck ! Forgive him for gagging , swallowing thickly ‘fore he forces false words from his mouth .
“ You promise ? To love me ? To care for me ? ” Just kill him now .
❝ well, yes ! ❞ says gluskin, and there’s such a fondness in his tone. ❝ i solemnly vow it, in fact. until death do we part. ❞ oh, to not be rejected ! it’s a wonderful feeling, and with a renewed sense of vigour in his step, he wanders about in the direction of the voice with a big smile on his face. a spouse who will be loyal ! a spouse he will not be forced to kill ! ! !
he starts looking under tables, humming to himself. not the usual vaudeville but instead, a wedding march, for he’s a terrible romantic at heart. it’s not long until he finds waylon, but he doesn’t drag him out just yet. no, no. he searches through his pockets until he finds what he’s looking for : A RING. more accurately, a ring on a finger. well, barely a finger. it’s almost completely ruptured --------------- it looks like a fly has laid eggs in it and it’s infested with maggots, but gluskin doesn’t seem to mind.
the wedding band is taken from the finger and the finger is promptly discarded before eddie offers waylon this token of his . . . AFFECTION. ❝ would you do me the honour of becoming my bride ? i promise you i won’t let anything happen to you. nobody will hurt you while you are by my side. ❞