The Wish Hotline

This story is loosely based on the fave “AI Olivia Wilde.” And it’s kind of fun too.

Carlie woke up, smiling again.  She wasn’t sure when the dreams started, but she knew what prompted them.

Ever since she was younger, when she first saw a double-sawing illusion, she longed to have that experience herself.  She wanted to be in the box, to have the saw go through her, to be pulled apart.

Then she found the YouTube videos.  There were many of them, all of them showing this trick, showing many women cut or sawn in half, amazed and feeling some sort of joy at it.  Yes, a lot were from illusionists doing stage illusions, but there were the others, the ones where the girls were cut in half in the open or already divided.  And they all seemed so happy, so enjoying it.

She longed for that.  She wanted that for herself.  Even when she knew how the illusions were done, she couldn’t stop watching more videos.  Even though she realized they were video editing, she still wanted that to happen.  She still wanted to feel the blade go through her, wanted to feel that great sensation.  She wanted to know if it really was as wonderful as those girls made it look.

Then she started dreaming about it.  Almost every night, right in the moment before waking up, when dreams were more real, she dreamed a blade had gone through her waist.  They were amazing.  She so longed for it, kept wanting it, especially as she dreamed of it.

But there was something new this time, something unexpected.  A figure appeared  — a man dressed in a black suit and tie  — seemed intent on watching her dream play out.  All he said was, “Interesting.  We’ll have to see.”

As Carlie woke up, she could remember the man in her dream clearly.  She could remember what he said and that weird inflection.  She shook her head as she sat up and reached for her phone to see there was a strange text message.

There was no number on it, only the identification.  The Wish Hotline.

Curious, seeing a little of what was sent, she clicked it open.

“We have noted your dream.  Text your fondest wish to us and, for 24 hours, it will be true.”

Really?  Well, we’ll have to see.

Carlie typed out, making sure it was spelled out correctly, “I want to be sawn in half.”

She expected something about payment next, something about needing some sort of collateral.  If that were the case, she’d be ready to block it.  Instead, the return message came.

So be it.  When you dream next, your dream and wish will come true.

As soon as she read that, the message vanished.  There was no number, no identification at all.  She had to wonder, doing research for a long time, about how that would happen.  Could it work?

As the day went on, she wondered more and more what to expect.  Would it happen?

As she went to bed, the thought kept coming about those texts.  What was going to happen?

Her thoughts stayed on it as she drifted off…

Carlie lay down in the box, excited for what was going to happen.  The magician stood over the box, closing the lids with her inside, her body stretched out.  He slid the brackets over her ankles and neck as she grinned.

                He slid the saw into the box’s slot, drawing the saw back as she felt it going over her body.  She smiled as she gasped.  The saw-blade ran across her body again, and she felt so good, so wonderful as it sliced into her.

                She felt it going into her, felt it cutting through her, so wonderful, so great.  As it cut across her more, it felt so great, so wonderful, so grand.  She knew how it felt, knew that it was feeling better and better, and she knew what was going to happen.

                As the saw started raking her spine, she heard someone screaming in pure pleasure, louder, longer, as if the person screaming reached that point of pure ecstasy.  The saw cut through her spine, and she felt it building.  The saw finished cutting through her…

Carlie woke up during a furious orgasm.  She’d felt it rocket through her as her eyes snapped open.  She gasped as she came fully awake, feeling so great, so wonderful, almost as though she still felt it.

And she realized she did.  Something was very different.  Something so wonderful.  Unsure, she ran a hand down her body and paused as she reached her waist.

There was a gap.  A gap opened up at her waist.

She was in halves, really in halves.  She had to think, but it was so wonderful.  Here it was, her body in half.  And she felt fantastic.

As she relaxed, she fell back to sleep.

She woke up still in half, her hips and legs rolled over away from her torso.  She sat her upper body up on its cut end, reaching over and touching her lower half.  It was still there  — the feeling of it.  She could still move her lower half.  It was so great.

The whole day felt so wonderful, so great.  She made it through her day, although it wasn’t easy.  Still, she didn’t want to go to sleep.  She didn’t want this sensation, being cut in half to end.

But she fell asleep.  When she woke up, the sensation was gone.  She was back in one piece.

She kept looking for a way to make it happen again.  She loved being in half, as much as she knew she would.  There were reports of strange texts like the one she received, but no way to contact them again.

She kept looking, knowing it could happen for real.  Eventually, she would find a way to make it so she could be in half forever.