20-year-old Doug lives with his supermodel girlfriend Julie, who also acts as his dominatrix, appealing to Doug's masochistic desires. When Doug finds himself becoming "bored", craving more and more intense experiences, Julie brings him a puzzle box. After opening it, he is taken to a dimension that is home to otherworldly beings known as the Cenobites.
After Doug's disappearance, his older brother, Chris, a cop, steps in to investigate, finding himself caught in a whirlwind of lust, pleasure, pain, all of which could easily become his sweetest dream or his worst nightmare.

A re-imagining of Clive Barker's novella The Hellbound Heart (the inspiration for the Hellraiser films)


"What's your pleasure, madame?"

"I was told you'd have something I want."

"Perhaps."

"The box?"

"Ah, yes. I have just what you are looking for."

"How much for it?"

"However much you feel it is worth."

"Here."

"Very good. Here, take it. It's all yours now."


Julie was late returning home again. Her career in modeling made such tardiness typical, leaving her lover, Doug, home alone to wait for her. In the mean time, he sat in the living room of the glamorous Californian abode they shared together, the highly expensive kind that only those of Julie's profession could afford, waiting as patiently as he could, which was not by far. He even attempted to make a phone call to his older brother, Chris, for the mere sake of killing the time, but received no answer, which was no surprise to him; he was usually on duty during such late hours.

It was nearly midnight by the time she strolled in through the front, her step swaggering slightly from the alcohol she had been consuming that night. As soon as he heard the clacks of her heels on the marble floors, Doug leapt from his seat, scurrying over to her so he could kneel at her feet like a loyal pup elated to see his master. This was actually not far from the reality.

He sat on his knees before her, an invisible tail wagging with joy at the sight of the object of his adoration. Julie had to be the single most beautiful woman Doug had ever laid eyes on in his entire life. At twenty-nine years old, Julie possessed a body that would make the most famous porn stars envious, flawlessly smooth alabaster skin, shoulder-length jet-black hair, icy blue feline eyes, and naturally full blood-red lips. As soon as he caught sight of her in a club three months ago, he was smitten. And though he was nine years younger than she, practically a boy in her eyes with his youthful face and attitude, his undying devotion and subservience towards her was all it took to win her affections.

"I'm sorry I'm home late, pet," she then told him, "My girl-friends and I decided to go out for a few drinks after the shoot. You're not mad at me, are you?"

As if to make sure he would not be, she extended a hand and stroked his chin.

"I could never be mad at you," he purred, "I'm just happy you're home now."

With a pleased smirk on her face, Julie returned her hands to her hips and strolled over towards the dining table with Doug in tow.

"So where's my dinner?" she asked of him as she plopped down into her seat.

Anxiously, Doug rushed to the refrigerator to retrieve the plate he had prepared for her, left covered in a sheet of saran wrap to chill. After heating it up in the microwave, he delivered the plate to her, warm and steaming, and placed it on the table before her. He then proceeded to sit on his knees by her side as he was instructed to always do.

Upon seeing the meal her lover had prepared laid out before her, her face twisted into a look that was nothing short of revulsion.

"Doug?" she groaned with disdain, poking at the slab of meat with her fork, "What is this?"

"Is there something wrong, mistress?" asked Doug, feigning innocence.

In a flash, Julie had her fingers tangled into the curls of Doug's blonde hair and twisted, pulling his head up and practically shoving his face right into the plate.

"What? The fuck? Is this?" she repeated, growling through her bared teeth.

"Ah! It's-it's," Doug gasped, "a steak."

"And?!" Julie then hissed, tightening her grip, threatening to rip Doug's locks clean from his scalp.

"A-and... mashed potatoes."

Doug's cries were not from pain, but pleasure. This was why he purposely made a meal for her that he knew fully well that she would find detestable. He was hoping to provoke her into inflicting that oh-so-exquisite punishment he always longed for.

"I thought I made it clear," Julie snarled in his face after she turned his head so that they met eye to eye, "No. Red. Meat. Not on my diet. And potatoes?! Are you kidding me?! You know that I find them repulsive!"

"I'm- I'm sorry mistress," Doug winced, still continuing his facade, "I... I forgot. Please, forgive me?"

She answered his pleas by discharging a wad of spit directly into his eye and snarling, "Too late for that. You're going to have to pay the consequences for this."

Doug's mistress then shoved him away from her, using such force she ended up throwing him down to the floor. She then rose from her chair, towering over Doug lying in a heap on the floor. Her arm raised, held straight and pointing forward towards the hall. He knew what she meant by this sign.

Doug rose to his hands and knees, but ascended no further. Instead, he remained on all fours and crawled like a dog, with Julie following behind him to give him an occasional kick in the rump whenever she seemed to feel he "needed to move faster."

They both soon entered a large, circular, windowless room that lied at the far end of the house. This was what they called the "Playroom". Though, to any human with a weaker stomach, it would have been considered nothing more than a torture chamber. In it was a vast array of tools that were used purely for Doug's pleasure. Ropes, chains, harnesses, cages, needles, blades, hooks, whips; all the weapons of delight that a person like Doug could ever want.

On Julie's orders, Doug stripped off his clothes and followed her to a contraption that hung from the ceiling, resting high up against the wall. A horizontal steel rod from which there hung a set of metal hooks, each attached to individual chains connected to the rod.

"You'll be getting the hooks tonight," she told him.

A warm shudder vibrated through Doug's body as he heard those words, his eyes gleaming like the hooks they were gazing lustfully on. He stepped up the small ladder that Julie had placed so that he could reach. He then turned back so that as he lowered himself, with Julie's assistance, the hooks slipped right into the two rings that were pierced into the skin of his back, one through each of his shoulder blades, and the two in the backs of each of his upper arms. Once the hooks were in place, Doug rested his body weight, making it easier on himself for when Julie removed the ladder from under his feet, leaving him dangling, the hooked rings stretching his flesh like latex. From a distance, one could say he resembled a sort of macabre crucifixion victim with the way Doug was hanging there with his arms spread, his eyes wet with forming tears.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" asked Julie as she approached him with one of the leather whips in her hand.

Doug nodded his head in answer, his voice wheezing out a, "Yes, mistress," while in his thoughts, he pleaded, 'And please, don't stop there!'


here's my attempt at re-imagining another horror classic

i've only recently started watching the Hellraiser films, and read Barker's original story, and after learning that there is a reboot in the works, i decided to beat them to the punch, LOL X)~

the characters have gotten total makeovers and the plot is loosely based on the original

enjoy