Horrifying sculptures

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In the dead of night, apart from a few intermittent barks of dogs, everything was utterly silent; all things in the world had fallen asleep.

"Screech—" A sudden screech of brakes shattered this tranquility. A truck came to a stop in front of an inconspicuous bungalow.

Several men dressed in black got out of the truck and unloaded a large cloth bag from the back. The bag was tightly tied, and it seemed to contain something.

The bungalow's door opened quietly after the screech of brakes ceased. A head peeked out, nodded to the men carrying the bag, and made way for them.

As the bag passed him, he whispered, "Move it to the usual spot." The first man nodded slightly and led the others to carry the bag into the bungalow.

After they moved the bag inside, they quickly returned to their truck and sped away… Night returned to its tranquility, broken only by the intermittent barking of dogs… This bungalow belonged to a sculptor whose works were all lifelike, especially his female sculptures, which perfectly showcased the beauty of the female form. His works consistently received high praise, and often became beautiful decorative items in the homes of billionaires.

Art journalists had interviewed him, expressing curiosity about the creation process of his female sculptures, and repeatedly requested to interview him about his creative process. He always smiled and declined, saying, "I don't want to be disturbed during my creative process."

These bags contained the most important materials needed for his new sculpture... He returned to the house but did not immediately process the materials. Instead, he went back to the living room, sat on the single sofa, and continued watching the nightly news he had recorded.

"This afternoon, a woman went missing in T City. The missing woman is 21 years old. According to her family, she led a normal life and had no outstanding debts or enemies. The police have set up a special task force to investigate the case and do not rule out the possibility of kidnapping." The news footage also showed the missing woman's photo and information: "If anyone has any information about the whereabouts of this missing woman or any clues, please contact the police." "

Missing woman in T City: Xu Lixiang, 18 years old, freshman at XX University." Seeing this, he muttered to himself, "Tsk tsk! Such a beautiful girl, could she have eloped with her boyfriend?"

He turned off the TV, took out the news recorder, checked the time, and muttered to himself, "It's getting late, I should start preparing for my creative work. Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight." He pushed open a hidden door and went inside...

"Snap! Sizzle~" The dark room was suddenly filled with light.

The cloth bag leaned against the wall to the right of the hidden door. Directly in front of the door was a small platform, and to the left of the door were several identical wooden crates neatly arranged.

Each crate was only about half a person's height, with a round hole carved out of the center of the top, its edge padded with soft rubber. A drawer was positioned at

the front of each crate, leaning against another crate. Only half of the round hole remained on the drawer of the other crate. He moved the bag to the crates, loosened the drawstring, and inside was none other than Xu Lixiang, the missing woman from the news footage; her eyes were closed, her breathing steady in a deep sleep, unresponsive despite being moved around.

He lifted her from the bag, placed her on the ground, and let her lean against him. He quickly removed all her clothes and tossed them aside.

He gently laid her flat and squatted down to examine his new material.

Her long, glossy black hair, beautiful face, fair skin, full breasts, slender legs, and not an ounce of excess fat; her perfect 35C-22-35 figure made him feel incredibly excited. He took a few deep breaths, suppressing his impulse; his work for the night wasn't finished yet…

He took a pair of leather handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back.

He lifted her into the open wooden box, letting the back of her neck rest against the semi-circular arched hole. He supported her drooping forehead with one hand, and with the other, he pushed another semi-circular piece of board along the groove on the side of the box until the two semi-circles became a complete circle.

He pried open her mouth, forcing the sphere that had been supporting the box inside. He pulled the leather strap embedded in the inverted L-shaped support of the sphere and tightened it behind her head, wedging the sphere into her mouth and preventing her from closing it. Soon, saliva began to slowly drip from the corners of her mouth.

He grabbed her ankles and pushed her body forward, making her legs form an M-shape inside the box. Then he picked up a drawer and slowly slid it down the hidden groove, sealing her completely inside the box except for her head. The box's ingenious design meant that unless he pulled up the drawer, she couldn't escape on her own.

She was completely unaware of what fate awaited her, letting him do as he pleased… He put her clothes into a cloth bag, carried the bag into the yard, threw it into the enclosed incinerator in the corner of the yard, lit the incinerator, and turned all her clothes and the bag into ashes.

After doing all this, he stretched and returned to his bedroom, making intimate contact with the warm bed, leaving her alone in the dark room.

She didn't know how long she slept before finally waking up.

Her throat was dry, and she tried to swallow to ease it, only to realize that a round ball had been stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from closing it, and she couldn't remove it either. She also realized that her head was bound by a leather strap, unable to move.

Her hands were tied behind her back, restrained by something like handcuffs; her legs were relatively free, but they were also spread out at her sides, unable to close.

She tried to make out her surroundings with the corner of her eye, but the belt restricted her vision, allowing her only to see that her body below the neck was covered by a wooden board, and that, except for her head, she was placed inside a wooden box.

She began to recall: after school, she was walking home when, as she passed through a deserted alley, she was tightly hugged from behind, and a smelly cloth was covered to cover her mouth and nose. She struggled futilely until she lost consciousness, and when she woke up, she was in this unknown place.

Although she knew it was unlikely—after all, few people passed through that alley, and she hadn't even had a chance to scream before her mouth and nose were covered—she still hoped someone would notice her abnormality, and even more so, she hoped she would be rescued.

He slept until nearly noon before waking up.

He tidied himself up a bit, took out a bowl of instant noodles from the cupboard, made some hot water, waited three minutes, and that was his brunch.

He tidied himself up slightly and then entered the dark room.

Seeing him appear before her, recognizing him as the renowned sculptor—whom she had seen before and was particularly impressed by his female sculptures—she felt an urge

to touch them, even though she herself was a beautiful woman. She longed to understand how he so perfectly captured the beauty of the female form in his work.

"Ugh..." she whimpered, hoping he would help her out of her predicament.

He stood before the box, arms crossed, examining it, pondering inspiration for his new piece.

He thought for a while, ignoring her moans, and retrieved a syringe from the corner of the platform, deftly injecting it into her jugular vein.

He had given her a sedative to facilitate his work; the effects were immediate.

He removed her from the box and laid her on her back on the platform.

After applying the product, he took off his rubber gloves and threw them into a nearby trash can, waiting for time to pass and his ideas to unfold.

Twenty minutes later, he put on another pair of gloves, picked up a rubber scraper, and carefully scraped off the hair removal product from her body. Her body hair, armpit hair, and pubic hair all disappeared with the scraper as it passed over her. In no time, except for her shiny black hair and a few pubic hairs around her labia, her body was completely clean.

He then spread her legs, applied hair removal wax to both sides of her labia, and then covered them with a soft cloth. With two "swish-swish" sounds, he tore off the remaining pubic hair.

He brought out a bucket of special glue. This glue hardens rapidly when exposed to temperature, even if it is only one degree above room temperature. Once hardened, it can only be dissolved with a specific solvent. This glue has a unique characteristic: it is non-toxic, colorless, and odorless, and after hardening, it forms a slightly elastic, transparent film.

He took out a thin, flesh-colored latex film and gently covered her face, trimming it to the right size with scissors. Following the shape of her face, he carefully applied the adhesive, first outlining the area above her nose. After the adhesive dried, he removed the film and used a needle to make small holes for her nostrils to allow her to breathe.

He took two small earplugs and plugged her ears, then covered her face again with the latex film, applying the remaining adhesive. Her small lips and pointed chin gradually appeared on the film. He carefully applied adhesive along the edges where the film met her skin, ensuring the film adhered to her face, concealing her originally beautiful features. Without removing the film, no one could recognize her as the missing female college student from its outline.

He brought over an A-frame and secured her from the waist down. Her head hung limply. He combed and styled her hair, then put it up and secured it with a hairnet.

He held a small brush in his right hand, dipped it in some adhesive, and supported her head with his left hand. He quickly brushed half a circle along the back of her neck. He released his left hand, and her head drooped downwards at a 45-degree angle. He gently rocked her head back and forth. The adhesive had already hardened. He nodded in satisfaction, then dipped some more adhesive

and quickly brushed it across her collarbone, creating a connected, uneven circle with the adhesive at the back of her neck. He moved over a specially made cylindrical pedestal with a slightly tilted dildo about ten centimeters long on it. He took some lubricant and evenly applied it to every part of the dildo.

After applying it, he lowered her from the A-frame and helped her sit on the pedestal. As she sat down, he used his fingers to part her labia.

"Mmm~" As the dildo fully entered her body, although she was unconscious, she still let out a soft moan.

He used one hand to take the adhesive and brushed it around her left elbow. After it dried, he supported her left hand on the pedestal, her palm against the edge. He then applied the adhesive to her wrist, the edge of her palm, the back of her hand, her fingers, and her left shoulder.

He released her hand, and she now supported her body with her left hand, naturally leaning to the left as she sat on the pedestal.

He wasn't quite satisfied with the angle of her head, so he took the solvent from the side, wiped the adhesive off her neck, and tilted her head about thirty degrees to the lower left. He then applied the adhesive to her neck again, looking at it with considerable satisfaction at the current angle.

He continued applying the adhesive to her body—her right shoulder, right elbow, wrist… applying it to each area; he first secured her joints, allowing his design to gradually take shape on her body.

She sat askew, supporting her upper body with her left hand, her right hand hanging naturally, resting on the outer edge of her right thigh. Her lowered head conveyed a hint of shyness. Her right leg was bent, her calf drawn inward against the pillar of the pedestal, while her left leg stretched out, her left thumb lightly touching the ground.

Even though it wasn't finished, at this point, if one didn't look closely, she was already indistinguishable from a sculpture… He continued to apply glue to her body—shoulder blades, chest, breasts, arms, thighs, calves, bare back, buttocks—following the texture of her skin with meticulous care, as if she were made of glass. Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

When this work was finished, he took a piece of gauze and wrapped it around her waist, covering the part where she was joined to the pedestal. He turned on the air compressor and used a spray gun to spray diluted glue layer by layer onto the gauze, making the gauze also part of the sculpture.

He removed the hairnet from her head, letting her hair fall naturally.

As dawn broke, the sculpture was finished. He looked at his creation with satisfaction, carefully checking for any oversights.

Finally, he smiled contentedly, turned off the light in the darkroom, and left the sculpture quietly in the darkness.

She finally awoke, though she didn't know how much time had passed.

But upon waking, she found herself completely unable to move. Something unknown was stuck to her face, preventing her from opening her eyes to see her current situation.

She tried to move her fingers, but was horrified to find them completely stiff and unable to move an inch. She tried to move her body, but the only thing she could clearly feel was something inside her vagina, completely filling it.

(Why am I like this? What did that person do to me?) she thought fearfully.

Two trucks slowly approached his residence and stopped in front of his door.

Several people got out of the first truck and, directing the forklift unloading from the second truck, unloaded a wooden crate; using a crane next to the truck, they lifted the crate up, leaving only the bottom on the ground.

"Ding-dong~"

"Hello, is your last sculpture finished?" one of the men getting off the truck asked.

"Yes! Follow me." He opened the door and led the men from the truck into the dark room.

"Be careful when you move it, don't break it." He instructed.

"Don't worry, we will." The man who had asked the question replied, then said to the man who came with him, "Come on! Put it in the crate."

They carefully moved the sculpture onto the base, then slowly lowered the hanging wooden crate until it completely covered the sculpture, before using a forklift to load the entire crate onto the truck.

"Then we'll take it away." The man from the truck said, handing him a black leather suitcase.

"Okay! Be careful on the road." He took the suitcase and casually gave a brief instruction. "Do

n't worry." The two trucks slowly drove out of the alley.

He closed the door, picked up the suitcase, and went into the house.

He returned to the living room, sat on the single sofa, and opened the black leather suitcase, which was full of banknotes.

"One, two, three, four... one hundred." He counted the bills one by one, stack by stack.

"One hundred and ten million in total." After he finished counting the money in the suitcase, a smile appeared on his face.

"Deducting the cost of materials, I still made a net profit of one hundred million." He smiled disdainfully: "Hmph! What do those shallow guys know about art? That sculpture will probably be restored the moment it gets into their hands!" "Never mind! That's none of my business. As long as I got the money. What they do with the sculpture is up to them."

He put the money back in the suitcase, picked it up, and walked out again.

On the surface, he was a famous sculptor; but in private, he was also an out-and-out human trafficker, having his targets abducted or forcibly taken away, sculpted, and then openly transported to countries around the world under the guise of art; the number of women he sold was countless.

Your purchased sculpture has been delivered. Where would you like to place it?

"Has it arrived yet? Quick, quick, bring it in for me!"

The wooden crate was unloaded from the truck and delivered to a mansion.

"Excellent! The master's skill is truly remarkable! It perfectly captures the woman's shyness." Such praise was heard as soon as the crate was opened.

"I will pass on your words to the master." Pointing to a bucket nearby, "Also, please enjoy."

"Yes, yes! Of course! Hehehe!"

"Well then, thank you for your patronage. I hope to have the opportunity to serve you again. Farewell." "There will be many more days! Certainly! Certainly! Take care." "

Wait."

"No…no…ahhhhh!" The woman's scream pierced the night, providing a final note to her tragic fate…

[The End]

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