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Ensnared 

Trapped in a nightmarish shed by a sadistic serial killer, a young girl must conquer a deadly trial to secure her freedom before it's too late.
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Trapped in a nightmarish shed by a sadistic serial killer, a young girl must conquer a deadly trial to secure her freedom before it's too late.

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Genre:Horror, Thriller
Directed By:Matthew Donkers
Written By:Matthew Donkers
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Runtime:6 minutes
Studio:KinoVision Productions

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