Its a dark stormy night as pretty Cindy Benelli huddles by her T.V. for a night at home alone. After drifting off to sleep she is suddenly awakened by a thunderous crash. Only the storm she thought. Thats when the show came on. Dance Macabre. When she woke up, those were the words on the screen. Strange name for a movie, she thought. The movie started out so normal, but that was before the bizarre torture chamber and the supernatural attack on the buxom blonde private eye. Stripped naked by an unseen , mouth stuffed with a rag and duct taped, she is pinned spreadeagle as the evil has it way with her. While the supernatural power probes her squirming body, it also controls her mind, making her halucinate a hideously masked attacker, his imaginery accomplices holding her spread for his onslaught. And then it really got scary. Whip wielding zombies, battery chargers, ball gags, rubber dildoes and worse. But Cindy wasnt counting on the T.V. man. She didnt count on doing it for him. He knew her secret.
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