A curvaceous lingerie model (Tanya Danielle) arrives for a shoot. Upon entering the wardrobe room she finds a revealing black teddy with a note pinned to it. "Please put on this garment." the note reads. "The photographer will return shortly." The model does as requested and then looks for a member of the crew. A man, possibly one of the photographer's assistants, is fiddling with a video camera near the back of the studio. The model asks him several questions but he refuses to acknowledge her presence. She simply shrugs her shoulders and sits down on a couch to wait for someone who can and...

A curvaceous lingerie model (Tanya Danielle) arrives for a shoot. Upon entering the wardrobe room she finds a revealing black teddy with a note pinned to it. "Please put on this garment." the note reads. "The photographer will return shortly." The model does as requested and then looks for a member of the crew. A man, possibly one of the photographer's assistants, is fiddling with a video camera near the back of the studio. The model asks him several questions but he refuses to acknowledge her presence. She simply shrugs her shoulders and sits down on a couch to wait for someone who can and/or will speak English. Thirty minutes elapse and she starts to get restless. "Just where is this photographer?" she demands of her silent companion. He merely gestures toward a yellow index card that is lying on the floor between them. The model glances at it for a moment before bending to pick it up. Some type of glutinous liquid drips from the paper onto her fingertips. Alarmed, she tries to shake the substance off of her skin. The card flutters back to the floor. It lands near her feet and she can now see a single, hand-printed sentence written across the front of it: ""Tanya, this card has been poisoned and you are now turning into a blow-up doll." She starts to chuckle at the ridiculous message but her amused reaction quickly morphs into one of panic when she discovers that she cannot move her feet. They seem rooted to the floor. The model makes ferocious twisting motions with her torso and arms as she attempts to dislodge her frozen lower body from its current position. Terror rises through her insides like a wildfire stoked by gasoline. Could the absurd warning contained on the notecard actually be true??