Tied and secured, lovely Scream Queen Debbie D is ball gagged and making a mess all over her bare breasts. Saliva drips down over her chest from her mouth, through the holes in the ball gag. But all that spittle is the least of her problems. Next to her on the table behind her is a timer counting down from ten minutes. What that timer is attached to isn't visible, but it's to a small bomb attached to the gas main in her home.

Debbie wants to scream, but she can't. No one can hear her, no one can find her, no one can save her. She is stuck, in peril, for the duration of the timer. N...

Tied and secured, lovely Scream Queen Debbie D is ball gagged and making a mess all over her bare breasts. Saliva drips down over her chest from her mouth, through the holes in the ball gag. But all that spittle is the least of her problems. Next to her on the table behind her is a timer counting down from ten minutes. What that timer is attached to isn't visible, but it's to a small bomb attached to the gas main in her home.

Debbie wants to scream, but she can't. No one can hear her, no one can find her, no one can save her. She is stuck, in peril, for the duration of the timer. Nine minutes, eight, seven, six. The time just keeps dwindling away, and Debbie realizes that her nightmare is continuing.

Drool everywhere, her breasts exposed, the timer reaches three minutes. Now under 200 seconds until oblivion. Her panic level increases, her body squirms, the saliva flows even faster as she tries desperately to get the ball gag from her mouth. Two minutes, then one, and now just seconds.

As the timer approaches zero, Debbie lets out one last wail of panic! This was it!

And then the director cuts off the cameras. Such is the life of a Scream Queen. All in a day's work.