"The imposter pretending to be my husband fixed a piercing gaze upon me, his eyes brimming with inky reproach.
'Honey, what are you doing?' he queried. 'Didn't I explicitly ask you to wait patiently for me? Why are you not complying?'
I took a cautious step back, suppressing the mounting anxiety within me.
'I am complying. I'm merely examining the wax figure.'
I gestured toward the wax figure standing beside me. 'See? This wax figure bears an uncanny resemblance to you.'
It slowly inched closer, its attention veering away from my husband's visage. It extended its hand toward me.
'Come along; the staff is awaiting your presence at the wax figure gallery.'
'I… I don't want to go.'
'You experienced a delusion, didn't you? Auditory hallucinations are a malady, and the staff can provide assistance.'
'I'm perfectly fine now. I've returned to normal.'
'No!'
Suddenly, it grew agitated, its once gentle voice turning sharp and penetrating.
'I've already made the necessary arrangements,you must seek treatment!'
I shook my head, tears cascading down my cheeks.
Though it appeared to be a dead-end, my desire to survive remained unquenched.
Slowly and deliberately, I moved toward the exit, contemplating the staff at the wax figure gallery and the impostor husband within the human exhibit.
If I could break free now, in this very moment, and make a dash for the door, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival.
I sprinted away, and behind me, I heard a heavy 'thud.'
I glanced back to see my husband's wax figure collapsing to the ground, crashing with a resounding impact.
It happened just as it had approached me, drawing nearer to my real husband.
My husband had made a fateful decision, and in his gaze, I saw reluctance and tears welling up.
The adhesive wax figure was momentarily ensnared, unable to break free. I cast one last look at my husband and fled the room, driven by an unyielding determination not to meet my end.
Once I was safely out, I resolved to lead the police to the Western Suburbs Wax Figure Gallery.
I vowed to avenge my husband's betrayal and ensure that the malevolent perpetrator paid dearly.
I sprinted towards the exit, driven by unwavering determination.
The door remained stubbornly closed, pushing me to make up my mind to force it open.
I grabbed a table stacked with entrance tickets and struck the firmly sealed door with all my strength.
Once, twice,…
As I relentlessly pounded the door, the voices of the museum staff behind me grew increasingly desperate, pleading with me to stop.
"Dear customer! Please refrain from damaging any exhibits within the wax museum! Cease immediately!"
I doubled my efforts.
Gradually, I noticed a gap forming between the imposing double doors.
I directed my strikes at this emerging opening, hammering away without relent.
The breach widened with each successive blow.
The staff closed in on me from behind, their appeals growing more urgent.
It was difficult for me to come to terms with the reality of the situation.
In frustration, the museum's representative wrested the battered table from my grasp and sternly admonished me, "Calm down! It's all an illusion! None of this is real!"
Undeterred, I paid no attention, twisted my body sideways, and wriggled through the expanding crevice.
The staff managed to grab my legs from behind.
Nevertheless, I had successfully breached the threshold with my head and shoulders.
I beheld the gentle descent of the evening sun, revealing a breathtaking natural landscape beyond.
In that moment, I knew I could survive.
I knew I could emerge victorious.
I tumbled to the ground, my hands desperately clutching the rugged terrain.
Rocks pierced my nails as I inched forward with determination.
I could feel it—a relentless force tugging at my feet and legs.
It sought to drag me into the abyss.
It sought to petrify me into a lifeless statue.
But I refused to surrender!
I bit into the earth, hands firmly grasping the sand and stones.
Dust clouded the air, choking my throat.
Fearless, I forged ahead.
I advanced painstakingly, centimeter by centimeter.
On the dirt path, I noticed two deep claw marks, this is the evidence of my desperate struggle.
My upper body had successfully wrested free from its grasp.
I caught a glimpse of the first glimmer of victory.
I stood on the precipice of escape!"