Hellraiser

Squeeze my arm, my legs, my throat, hinder the bloodstream, until my appendices tingle and the numbness sets in.
Tie me to myself, attach my soul, show me my pieces.

I want to be the master of my own shell

You solved the box. We came. Now you must come with us. Taste our pleasures

Hellraiser, 1987

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