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I'm filming a horror movie. In the scene, two women are manacled and put in cardboard boxes. The box lids are ripped so you can see half their faces, and their handcuffed wrists jut out of the boxes. Everyone is laughing, happy, and just plain silly, and then it's time for the cameras to roll. When the cameras come on, the mood darkens, and I am filled with anxiety. With a crazed expression, one of the men paces around the boxes. The women in the boxes are getting uncomfortable since they've been sitting in the boxes for quite some time.
One of them says, "Take these cuffs off me. They hurt."
"Oh, I'll take them off you, all right," says the man. Without warning, he slams a hacksaw down on the woman's wrists and rasps it back and forth, grunting all the while. She screams so loud her throat sounds like it's tearing, and everyone else laughs. I'm running to turn the cameras off when the man starts sawing at the second woman's wrists, and then I wake up.
One of them says, "Take these cuffs off me. They hurt."
"Oh, I'll take them off you, all right," says the man. Without warning, he slams a hacksaw down on the woman's wrists and rasps it back and forth, grunting all the while. She screams so loud her throat sounds like it's tearing, and everyone else laughs. I'm running to turn the cameras off when the man starts sawing at the second woman's wrists, and then I wake up.
