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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