I guess you can say that this might start off as the horror version of "Han Solo getting stuck in a block of carbonite" because that's how Hellbound: Hellraiser II ends and Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth begins. Some artsy-fartsy bastard sells one frozen Pinhead as an art piece to some self-ish, asshole club owner that thinks it looks cool. He gets all the hot chicks, the money, the alcohol, the cars- everything he can get his hands on, it's his. Even trading pain for pleasure. Or vice versa. Not today bro. Not to-day. Once you mess with that Lamentation Configuration, it's over. What's your pleasure, sir? A piece of key lime pie and a Zima, please. Hold the fish hooks for my nipples. I'll get to that later.
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