Prologue
Catherine Terry was a blonde twenty-something who was fascinated by antiques, especially the one she just bought. "What's your pleasure, ma'am?" the blonde remembered the scraggly older gentlemen asked.
As soon as Catherine got to her apartment in the French Quarter, she immediately closed her drapes shutting out all natural light sources, she poured salt in the form of a pentagram on the floor of her bedroom, lighting candles afterward placing them on each corner. After this the blonde sexpot turned out the lights of her bedroom, the darkness surrounding her, as the flames from the burning candles cast evil looking shadows on the walls. Catherine sat in the middle of the pentagram pulling out a black velvet bag, she reached inside for the contents unearthing a gold and brown lacquered wooden box, she held it with both hands examining the configuration, the blonde found some weird indentations on the music box, she then proceeded to take her thumbs and rub the crevice of the box.
Suddenly a jolt of electricity shocked her as she dropped the box, the antique started to move…as if it was unlocking itself, the top of the box opened into triangles.
Catherine looked at the box her brown eyes enlarged her breathing getting heavier, she started to move toward the puzzle box, as she did rusty blood covered chains shot out of the antique toy, hooking into her statuesque body as she screamed a blood churning cry of agony as blood poured out of her mouth and spilled onto her white blouse turning it red.
"The box…" a male voice said, as the sound of chains dragging filled the room. "You opened it…I came".
Catherine looked up to see a man walking toward her, he wore a shiny black robe, with rusted copper blades hanging at his waist, his skin was albino white, and he had vertical and diagonal cuts on his head and in every end of each cut pins had been carefully placed.
"Ms. Terry you opened the box… now you must come with me…taste our pleasures…dine on the fruits of pleasure…and PAIN!" Pinhead said with a devilish grin.
"I'm not going anywhere with you needle dick" Catherine said with a slight smile, as more blood poured out of her slack jawed mouth.
"Ooo, a feisty one" the demonic entity said with a giggle. "Who the fuck are you?" Catherine spat angrily.
"Demon to some…angel to others" the cenobite cooed.
The blonde was weak from the massive internal bleeding she suffered as the hooks burrowed deeper and deeper into her skin, she started to chant a banishment spell "aqua et igni interdicere homini…aqua et igni interdicere homini…aqua et igni interdicere homini…AQUA ET IGNI INTERDICERE HOMINI…AQUA ET IGNI INTERDICERE HOMINI…" Catherine said loudly but the spell had no effect on the fiend with the pins in his head.
"That blasphemy you speak…is merely illusion…this is a reality…WE WILL TEAR YOUR SOUL APART"
The blonde let out a sheering scream of bemused agony as the chains ripped off her skin leaving her muscles, tendons, veins and fatty glands exposed.
A woman wakes up, with a slight scream, in the passenger's side of her twin sister's SUV in a cold glistening sweat.