WARNING: This story is of a graphic nature. It features nudity, blood, and gore.

I recieved an invitation to a Halloween costume party. Word was that a magician was hired to perform. This was no ordinary magician, as his illusions more closely resembled realistic executions than illusions, but considering he used the same assistants for every show, it was clear that the assistants survived the act.

I decided to wear a medieval style dress. I showed my I.D. at the door to prove I was over 21, and was asked to sign a form. The form stated that I agreed to volunteer in the show if called upon and do all that the magician asked of me, no matter haw dangereous it appeared. Since I had participated in magic shows before, I signed it without giving it much thought.

The magician was dressed in black clothing, and his show did not disappoint. It featured all kinds of illiusions, including impalings, torture, and one where his blonde headed assistant was beheaded with an ax, complete with realistic looking blood. He did not restore any of his assistants.

The magician looked at the audience, and said, "There is one more person out there deserving of punishment."

He looked all around at the audience, and finally pointed to me.

"You... you are the one!" The magician said. "Bring her to me."

My eyes widened, my jaw dropped in shock. I pointed to myself, shook my head, and tried to turn to run, but before I could do or say anything, a couple of big, burly men grabbed me by the arms and dragged me up to the stage.

"LET ME GO!!!" I protested, but it was no use.

After seeing what happened to his other assistants, I didn't want any part of this.

"State your name, young lady." The magician said.

"Er... Erin." I stammered in reply.

"Erin, you have hereby been sentenced to be cut in two." The magician said.

"Bu... But I don't know what I have done." I replied.

There was nothing I could do to avoid my fate. After all, I did sign that form.

I was stripped of my clothing, and forced to lay down on a long wooden table, with a pendulum  blade overhead where my waist would be. The two burly men held me down while a couple of other assistants fastened metal restraints around my wrists and ankles. I tried to wiggle free, but couldn't. No covering was placed over me, so the audience would get a full view of my naked body being divided.

The magician pulled the switch, and the pendulum started swinging back and forth. I watched in horror was the blade dropped closer and closer to my waist with each swing. I screamed as the blade made it's first slice into my bare waist.

The audience gasped as the blood started coming out of me, covering the blade. I continued screaming as the blade sunk deeper and deeper into me. I let out one last bloodcurdling scream as the blade severed my spine, and I passed out.

The magician had his two assistants pull the two ends of the table apart, seperating my two halves. Unlike the other times when magic was done to me, no thin layer of skin appeared over the cut, and as a result, blood and intestines spilled out of me and onto the floor. This caused a collective gasp from the audience.

After a few minutes, the assistants wheeled my two halves off stage, and the magician took a bow to a standing ovation.

THE END