Slowly Alexa woke up. She felt that something was wrong.
But as she wanted to wipe the salt out of her eye, she remembered everything, because she suddenly couldn’t reach her face. Her hand simply was not attached to her arms.

Well, at least no body part was, where it should be. The night before she had cut herself in pieces with a magical knife and lived her sexual fantasies till she fell asleep. One of her feet still lying on her face.

Now as she knew the circumstances, Alexa managed to move her detached hands and let them jump next to her head. There they removed the foot, but before they put it aside, Alexa stroke with her tongue over her sole a last time and shivered, because of the tickling sensation. She definitely needed more of Roxannes tools.

Her hands then lifted her head and carried it over to the stump of her neck.
When the smooth surface touched, they immediately merged together, reattaching the head onto the corpse. Still many parts were missing.
So many minutes passed until finally all limbs were intact and Alexas body was as it should be except of one thing.

Yet she recognised why she couldn’t find her second foot.
Reattaching limbs was one thing, getting a foot out of somebodies intestines something completely different.

The assistant stroke her belly and thought about a way to get her foot back. With magic everything should be possible. Although the problem with the magic knife was that a cut usually left a smooth surface instead of blood and flesh.

“Imagination is the most important, if you perform a trick. It should work. Definitely!”, she thought and with closed eyes, she concentrated on imagining the knife entering her belly without pain and opening her corpse.

When the sharp tip of the blade touched her pale soft skin she had a warmth feeling, different to the usual feeling when being cut by magic.
The knife went through her like butter and the warmth became stronger and stronger. She wasn’t sure, whether she should like it or not.
It was strange and nearly she forgot her intention.

Alexa opened her eyes and saw her work. Her belly indeed was open, leaving her stomach exposed, although there was no pain and blood.

“Magic is awesome!”, she shouted.

The next step should be much harder now. The years had shown her that magic could prevent spilling blood, but she didn’t know anything about gastric juices.
Opening her stomach could spill them all over causing her serious trouble.

Suddenly she had an idea. What if, she could just put in another pot and fill it back into the stomach later. Although this would require a bowl or something and walking with one foot and an open belly was not the best idea.

Then the knife popped into her mind again. Quickly she detached her left arm from her shoulder again.
There it was, the sensation of being cut by the knife. Each cut nearly an orgasm, although Alexa didn’t have the time for another session. Roxanne was waiting.

So she recalled that detached parts could be put on each surface of someone’s body and simply put her left upper arm on the stump of her right arm, improving her range by a few metres. Alexa just had to laugh, because she just looked incredibly funny like a mutant or a monster.
This way she managed to reach the handle of the balcony door and opened it. On the table should be a clean unused glass, which she forgot the day before.
Indeed she saw it and tossed her detached hand onto the balcony.  

Just at this moment Alexas neighbour,  an old woman, walked onto her own balcony next to Alexas. The woman took her dried clothes from the rack, as she suddenly saw a detached hand moving on her neighbours table. At first she wasn’t sure, if her eyes betrayed her, but when she was sure, she passed out.

Meanwhile Alexa didn’t know about this and still tried with a huge effort to control her hand, while still sitting on the bed. Finally she could grab the glass, but the hand immediately fell over the table. Luckily the glass landed on the hand and didn’t break.

Carrying the glass to her bed was not easy too and minutes passed.
It was finally time. Alexa rearranged her arms and hands and made the cut.

The day before she was unsure about a simple cut into her ankle and now she cut into her own stomach. This clearly escalated quickly.

Like a balloon filled with water, her stomach ran out. Gladly everything flew into the glass, which Alexa had put firmly into her flesh.
The feeling was something completely new again. A strong warmth again mixed with a tickling sensation of the air touching something, which is usually isolated. Also the feeling of losing something important and of course the immense curiosity.

While the juices flew she could clearly see the slices of her foot and the separated toes. She put them onto her bed. The rest of the gastric juices made the sheet wet, but Alexa knew that she had to change it anyway, because of her joyful last night.
Without much problems she put her foot together and attached it again.

Alexas curiosity had become such big that she promised herself to explore her body inside and outside more in the future, but know she had to stop. Roxanne could not use an assistant, who isn’t fully ready for action.

While she closed the cut in her stomach with one hand, she poured the juices back with the other and finally closed her belly again. Physically not a scratch was left, but mentally her desire to continue at the evening was unbearable.

Half an hour later Alexas hard and dirty soles touched the ground in front of Roxanne theatre. As always she had walked the whole distance from her flat barefoot. Many years have passed since she last wore shoes. The slightest thought of wearing boots made her cringe.

Finally she opened the door to the training rooms.
After a few steps, she heard Roxannes voice behind her back: “So, here you are. You took something, which belongs to me without asking! I would have given it to you, if you had asked, but you didn’t. Well, bad for you, but good for us. Girls, catch her!”
Maria, Majikku and Fantasy appeared from nowhere and in a few seconds Alexa was firmly tied onto a column.  

“Uh, what are you gonna do to me? I thought we are friends! Maria? Fantasy?”
Maria walked towards her and stroke Alexas cheek: “We are, my dear. Roxanne just wants justice. Don’t you think she deserve it. I heard she is going to give you the knife, if you agree.”
Roxanne had been absent for a few minutes and finally spoke: “Okay, Alexa. I don’t want problems, so I offer you a deal. Option 1: I simply fire you. Option 2: You get your punishment, but remain my assistant. What do you choose?”

“The punishment of course! How bad can it be?”

Roxanne giggled: “Supi. Then shall we begin! Tell me, how much do you hate shoes!?”