Pinhead- 27 Chains

The demon turned. Heyadat looked into the shiny darkness of his eyes, and as if in answer to Heyadat’s question the Cenobite spat a word in the direction of the open wall. A flight of twenty hooks, trailed by glinting chains, came at Heyadat catching him everywhere—mouth, throat, breasts, belly, groin, legs, feet, and hands. The Cenobite was bypassing the torture and interrogation and going straight to the execution. Lost in his agonies, Heyadat babbled as the hooks steadily worked themselves deeper into his three-hundred-and-fifty-pound body. It was hard to make much sense of what he was saying through the snot and the tears, but he seemed to be listing the books in his collection, as though he might still be able to strike a bargain with the beast.

  “… the Zvia-Kiszorr Dialo … the only … remaining … of Ghaffari’s Nullll—”

  The Cenobite then called seven more chains into play, which came swiftly, sweeping around Heyadat from all directions. They hooked themselves into his shuddering body and wrapped themselves so tightly the fat man’s flesh oozed from between the rusted links.
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  All twenty-seven chains had now secured themselves in the man’s body. The Cenobite murmured another order and the chains proceeded to tighten further, pulling on Heyadat’s body from several directions. Even now, with flesh and bone under unbearable stress, he continued to list his treasures.

-The Scarlet Gospel, Chapter 3