Tired
I think this one’s based very loosely on a story I read a long time ago about a magician who was bored having to do the same routine over and over again. But what if it was the assistant?
Carlie felt herself sigh again. Her head was on her stomach, just resting there, seeing her lower half a foot away while Jason kept passing her feet around. It was the same it had been for five years now, or about 1900 shows. That was 1900 times Jason carved her up like this.
It was a show a night, Monday through Friday, 2 shows on Saturday and a special for Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve and Halloween. And, in each one, Carlie ended up in pieces. All over again.
Sure, it still felt good. It always felt good when Jason cut her in half, cut off her head and her feet. After so long, though, she’d started growing numb to the sensation. It was a routine, a common thing.
Not like it was in the beginning.
Sure, 5 years ago, Jason and her had started with a single first date. Awkward wasn’t even beginning to describe it, Carlie being aself-professed introvert. But she let it slip that she had been a fan of magic and illusions for years. That seemed to pique Jason’s interest so, when he called for the second date, he invited her to his place where he presented her with a classic thin-model sawing in half.
And he confessed that he was an actual magician, not some illusionist. He’d been playing a show a week at this little club that Carlie had never heard of, but he wanted to expand his act.
He needed an assistant, someone who was thrilled with magic.
He invited Carlie to lie in the box and she almost jumped in. If it really could happen then she was all for it.
Carlie felt a little nervous, wondering what Jason was going to do the routine with as he locked her neck and her ankles in. There was no way Carlie was going to move as Jason brought out a very sharp looking handsaw.
Carlie trembled with both excitement and nervousness as Jason slid the saw into the groove in the box. She felt the saw’s teeth on her flesh through her shirt before Jason began the process.
The first stroke was agony. Carlie could remember screaming for him to stop, and, as he did so, she ran a hand along where she could feel the blade cutting into her. No blood, no nothing that would indicate she’d been hurt, but she did feel that the saw was in her. She steadied herself and indicated that he should continue.
The next stroke wasn’t as painful, but it still hurt, as did the next stroke, but something else ebbed its way into her sensation. The pain kept diminishing after each stroke and when he was about halfway through her, by her reckoning, she was smiling in pleasure.
The intensity of the good feelings kept growing as he sawed towards her spine. As he cut into her spine, she felt it come on so strong she couldn’t believe it. She screamed in pleasure as she orgasmed hard as the saw completely passed through her spine. A moment later and he’d done it, he’d sawed her in half.
As he slid the dividers in she had to ask. “Are those really necessary? I mean, will my insides fall out if they’re not there?”
Jason shrugged. “No, there’s usually a new skin growth that keeps the insides in, but you might want to let me know if you can still move your feet.”
Carlie did so, grinning as he actually did slide the dividers in before pulling her apart.
That’s when he asked her to be his regular assistant and get sawed in half in his show.
He let her out, a little chagrined that her shirt was now a crop top, but she didn’t mind. She thought this could be a very rewarding relationship. He cut off her head, too, making it clear that he could do everything she wanted him to do.
It was about a month later when Jason got the news that his dad had passed away. With his mom dead a few years before and no other siblings, that meant that he was the sole heir of a fortune.
And that’s when everything changed. Carlie could still remember going to that big office a couple of days before the show and seeing that, yes, her lover did have a lot of money at his disposal. She kind of hoped that he’d go ahead and suggest they move in together, but that wasn’t the look he had on his face.
As she took a seat, he sat across the ornate desk from her, clearly taking a position of power. “Carlie, I think you like it when I cut you to pieces. Do you?”
Carlie acknowledged that she did. “I have a proposition for you, and I hope you consider what I have to say very carefully. You see, with the money I now have I can make my show much bigger and much bolder and do it a lot more than just once a week. I have an idea for a show where we’d tour around the country, doing all sorts of fantastic tricks to amaze people and bring magic back to the forefront, and I’d like you to be the star next to me.”
Carlie couldn’t believe it. That sounded amazing, but she had one concern. “I’m in school now.”
Jason waved it off. “That we can take care of, no problem. But I need to know if you’d be willing to do this.”
Carlie took a moment before deciding. “Sure.”
So, for the next few months, every time there was a show, Carlie wasn’t just cut in half in increasingly revealing attire and in ways that were leaving no doubt but that she really was being cut in half, but also beheaded and even having her feet cut off.
It was fun. It was exciting. And, when the tour was over, she thought it was over.
But Jason had another surprise. Carlie was hoping that, this time, there’d be something a bit more intimate involved, but, when she saw him, she knew something was totally different in him. He wasn’t the man who was so excited about sawing her in half all those months ago.
He presented her with a contract, indicating, to her, that she could continue to struggle, day to day, or she could join him in a show in, of all places, Las Vegas. He’d decide what she got to wear and, in return, she’d be able to spend the days in luxury. But the idea was that the shows would go on for a run of 10 years.
Carlie sat there, looking at it for a moment. Sure, she enjoyed being cut to pieces. It was exhilarating. And who wouldn’t want a life of luxury? The problem that Carlie saw was that there was very little wiggle room for her. Sure, she could simply say she wouldn’t sign it, but what would she really be giving up?
The first year was okay, at least until Jason started inviting men onstage to view Carlie being cut. He’d pass around her feet, and they’d squeeze and tickle them, but Jason was becoming more and more distant.
She tried talking to him, she tried cajoling him, she tried seducing him, but it was all in vain. He kept saying she needed to show more skin, but she wasn’t comfortable with that idea. She found him in the office, going over designs for new tricks where she’d be cut to pieces again. “Jason, I want to go home.”
Jason simply looked at her with uncaring eyes. “You can’t.”
Carlie huffed. “Yes, I can. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Jason smiled at her. “We have a contract for 10 years, but you didn’t read the exit clause.”
Carlie called up the contract on her phone and read the horrifying result of what would happen if she tried to leave. Should the contractee wish to break the clause, the contractor would have the full legal right to do whatever he deems fit to ensure the contractee understand her plight.
Jason saw that Carlie understood what that meant. “What would you do to me if I did decide to leave?”
Jason stood, walked over to her and stroked her face. “Carlie, my dear, if you wanted to leave me, I’d seriously object. What’s more, I would cut your beautiful body to pieces and mail them all over the world, unable to be restored or reunited.”
Carlie swiped his hand away. “I’m not a slave, you know. I’m a person.”
Jason’s eyes welled with anger for a moment, but he calmed down. “I know. And you’ll be free to do whatever you want between shows. You know that. But, when you’re onstage, you’re a part of my act. So, whether you like it or not, we’re together in this until the end.”
Carlie had to admit it, he had her. Sure, for the sake of the show, they put on a bit of romance, but, after all the time, Carlie was getting so sick of it.
And then, a couple of months ago, Jason came out with his latest monstrosity. He had her, wearing nothing but a skimpy sports bra and a tight set of leggings, showing a good portion of her midriff and hiding no curves from any eyes. He’d chain her wrists up, fastening them to a wall, then “force” her to lay down on a board that he’d shackle her ankles to.
He’d then invite several audience members onto the stage to ensure that she was fully fastened in before dropping the sword on her waist. The audience would gasp as her body came apart, he’d then cut her head off, placing it on her stomach and she’d try to look terrified. He’d then chop off her feet, passing them around to the audience members as he usually did.
There were many who tried debunking this “miracle,” but Carlie just kept sighing. Sure, she felt the thrill of having her body cut to pieces every single night, but, in all honesty, she was so bored with it all. She was tired, wanting so badly to just live a normal life.
If that could ever happen again.