Alone in the depths of the pit a beautiful young woman struggles to escape her hideously obscene fate. But with each passing second the chains of the rack draw inevitably tighter stretching the woman's sexy young body obscenely taunt.

At the control panel, high above the desperately struggling young woman a sadistic fiend makes a few final and delicate adjustments to the rack's controls. Never one to disappoint his audience, Victor adjusts the controls to slow the rack's steadily increasing tension, diabolically prolonging the lovely young woman's agonizing torment while maximizing his audience's entertainment.

With every passing second the rack draws tighter. Slowly, painfully, inevitability, the steadily increasing tension began to destroy the young woman's beautiful body.

Moments later the woman screams in horrifying desperation as her shoulders suddenly dislocate under the rack's relentlessly growing tension. The sickening sound of her shoulders dislocating easily heard by the enthralled audience above.

Sensing that the perfect moment had arrived to take his victim's terror to the next level, Victor activated the saw. The loud distinctive sound of the deadly circular saw echoed off the cold unfeeling stone walls of the pit as it spun up.

Even the tortured young woman stretched upon the rack below found the energy to lift her head to peer toward the sound emanating from the darkness.

A sudden hush fell over the audience as the saw, with its immense spinning blade, advanced into the light of the pit.

And the tautly stretched young woman finally realized that her long hours of agonizing torture upon the rack were merely foreplay for the evening's gruesome main event.

Victor and his audience watched as the doomed young woman turned to stare up at them in a silent plea for mercy.

But here in the pit, where the term "mercy" lacked all meaning, the deadly spinning saw continued its slow advance toward the woman's tender flesh.

Watching helplessly as the saw's hideously sharp spinning blade neared the apex of her obscenely spread thighs, the doomed young woman glanced upward in one final desperate plea of mercy.

Realizing that there would be no last second reprieve the woman turned and stared in horror at the deadly blade spinning mere inches from her crotch.

Seconds later, the audience watched as the sharp spinning blade bit into the young woman's flesh. The woman's desperate high-pitched screams of almost unimaginable agony echoing off the pit's cold stone walls as deadly spinning blade continued its bloody work.