The Party

I think this’ll be the penultimate of my Halloween stories this year.  There’s only so much twisted I can handle.

Starring, of course, everyone’s favorite assistant @MagicalFirefly.  Next one’ll be even scarier.

Carlie still wasn’t sure who had invited her to this Halloween party.  I mean, sure, Halloween was a fun time of year, pretending to be someone else, and she had her costume ready.  But how many other sexy witches would there be?

Still, she had the most middle showing, she was certain of it.

She got in there, looking around at the strange costumes.  She swore she’d only been in a room with this many costumes on at Comicon.  No, there were more people there.

Still, being the introvert, she found her corner where she’d only have to talk to people who talked to her. A couple of guys and one of the girls had to comment on what a great costume she had, so she thanked them.  She wasn’t that shy, but she still had a hard time trying to deal with the fact that someone obviously expected her to mingle.

One of the guys, wearing a Cavalier costume, kept looking at her funny.  Was he checking her out?  Was he hoping to see more than just what the costume left uncovered?  She wasn’t sure, but he was making her nervous, so she moved into another corner.

She was making do just fine for a while, getting a drink when she wanted one and getting a handful of M&Ms at the same time.  Someone joked with her that a witch as sexy as she shouldn’t be eating them, but she just chuckled and went on her way.

About two hours in, she had to use the bathroom.  She asked where it was and found it just fine.

When she got out, though, she felt someone grab her from behind and clamp a hand over her mouth, lifting her bodily off the ground.  She tried screaming, fighting him off, but he was too strong.

He took her to a room, keeping her hands tight behind her as he managed to tie a ball gag around her mouth. He wrenched her hands over her head, forcing her to lay down on something.

Was he going to rape her? Was he going to do something worse? She had no idea, just hoping there was going to be someone who’d check in on her.

Her abductor wore a knight’s uniform, complete chain mail with a guard over his face.  No matter what, she’d never be able to tell who it was.

She struggled again as he tied a rope around her wrists, then her ankles, forcing her body into a tight, uncomfortable position.  She screamed against the gag, trying so hard to get someone’s attention.  What was he going to do to her?

Carlie tried to keep a clear head, tried to remember what she had at her disposal.  Nobody knew where she was.  She was bound, gagged, helpless.  She had no idea who this person was or even what room she was in.

He would have his way with her, no matter what.  He’d probably even end her afterwards.

But that wasn’t what he wanted, not at all.  Carlie tried screaming again as he brought out a very sharp-looking sawblade.  Was he mad?  What was he going to do to her with that?

He put the sharp end of the saw on Carlie’s waist, and she screamed at him to stop, begging with him not to do it.  Sure, she’d seen enough of the illusion of sawing a woman in half, but she knew it was only an illusion, not real.  She’d imagined what it might be like if magic were real, though.

She screamed the moment her abductor made the first stroke with the saw and the fire ripped over her whole body.  Every nerve felt like it burned with the intensity of the pain as he cut into her again. She was amazed that she could still breathe another moment of agony later.

As he continued to saw into her, even though she still felt every bit as terrified as before, she noticed that the pain wasn’t as intense.  She could feel the movement of the saw in her body as he kept moving it back and forth, onward and downward.

He reached her spine and the pain flared back to life, worse than before.  Strangely, she was still conscious, even though she knew that she must be bleeding terribly, and her organs must be all over the place.  She tried to steady her breath to assess the damage when she realized something weird.

No blood.  She couldn’t smell blood anywhere, and she couldn’t feel any on her parted skin.  There was no stickiness underneath her and she didn’t hear the telltale sound of her innards hitting the ground.

As her abductor finished sawing her in half, she felt a release on her arms and, strangely, her legs. She could bend her arms now and looked. No, there was her bottom half, still sitting there, her abductor watching in apparent amazement.  She tried to flex one of her knees and saw it respond.

Her abductor saw that, flattened her knee out and then moved on to what he was going to do with her next, not that she had any choice in the matter.  He reached for the shoes she wore and took them off, seemingly taking great delight in the process before he stroked one of his hands along her foot.

Carlie had always been ticklish.  She loved it, but, even as she laughed, she knew it wasn’t time.  He was doing something to her without her permission.

He went to work with the saw, cutting through her ankles as her feet flexed in the spasms of the pain she was feeling from it.  As he finished cutting them off, the door to the room burst open.  The Cavalier from earlier looked at Carlie, looked at the knight and struck.

He knocked the knight over, pulling off his mask, and Carlie couldn’t believe it.  It was Alex, the teenager from the pool.  The Cavalier pulled the boy to his feet and snarled right in his face. “What have you done?”

Alex smiled, laughing. “I always wanted to try it.”

The Cavalier looked at Carlie again. “Try what?”

Alex shrugged. “Mom always said I had magic in my blood, so I decided to try it.”

The Cavalier lifted him up and closer. “Did you ask her permission?”

Alex seemed perplexed by that as the Cavalier pulled him even closer. “You NEVER do anything like that without a woman’s permission, I don’t care how good looking she is!”

Alex begged. “I just wanted to suck on her toes.  They’re so attractive.”

The Cavalier snarled at him. “So you sawed her in half first?”

Alex smiled, laughing. “I didn’t want her to get away.”

The Cavalier heard enough and punched Alex.  He was out cold as he moved over to Carlie, still in parts, and untied her hands.  As soon as he did that, she threw her arms around him and undid the ball gag. “My hero.”

The Cavalier laughed but looked at Carlie’s predicament. “I’m not sure I was here in time.  Are you okay though?”

Carlie looked at her legs, still feeling them, and her cut off feet, still feeling them. “I seem to be, just in pieces.”

The Cavalier thought for a moment, then tried pushing one of Carlie’s feet back on.  It fell off after only a moment. “Well, now what?”

Carlie could still feel a little bit of pain, but she looked at her parts.  There was nothing wrong, except they were not attached.  She asked the Cavalier, who introduced himself as Chuck, to help find something to attach her parts together with.

This was going to make her the Halloween star after Alex was arrested.