The Old Magcian appeared in a cloud of smoke. Wearing a black suit and introduced himself with a few card tricks. The Audience looked on, till he threw the cards to the side of the Stage. "Do want to see more tricks like that or a few bigger tricks?" he asked. The audience got silent for a moment, before expressing ther want for bigger tricks.

The Magician smiled. "Im glad to hear that. I dont think i could have filled the next hour with card tricks anyway." he said and walked closer to the edge of the Stage. "However, for the tricks i have planned, i will need eight sacrifices. any young woman here, willing to volunteer themselves?"

Looking around, four woman were raising their hands on their own. ten others were being presured into it, by friends, family and boyfriends. So, the Magician selected the four willing ones, four of the ones being pressured to get on stage and one girl he spotted near the bar. The girl near the bar was the last one on Stage as she had waited for her drink, before coming on stage.

The Magician now took a closer look at his selection. The Girls talked with eachother, noticing that there were now nine woman on Stage, instead of the required eight. Sophie, a girl with dirt blonde hair stepped forward. "Arent we one to many?" she asked the magician directly. He laughed to himself.

"Oh no my dear. I am in need of eight sacrifices and one of you to be tested." The girls looked at him. "Tested?" The magician pointed behind the girls, as stage hands, pushed a large box with a see through front on the Stage. He stepped behind a girl with brown hair and green eyes. "Yeah, you seem rather fitting." he whispered to her and  moved the girl away from the others.

"You eight, please follow me." he said and guided them to the box, opening a side, to allow them to step inside. The girls noticed the mounted sets of handcuffs and gags. The girls helped each other, cuffing themselves to the frame of the box and gagging them. So that the magician only had to help the last one with her hands.

He closed the box and the Stagehands pushed a table with a steel construction on the side onto the stage. He guided the remaining girl to the table. As she got to pull the blanket way, to reaveal what the steel structure was, did she stop. There was no doubt she was about to take part in a death saw illusion.

The Magician handed her a padlock. "Seems like you know the trick, but can you open this." he pointed at the lock now in her hands. With a bit of help from the magician and a hair clip, did she manage to open it.

He took the lock from her and instructed her to lay with her stomach on the table. Steel bands are being used, to tie her arms and legs to the table. Each one is locked with a padlock. meaning that there were ten locks between her trapped state and being free.

The Magician started a timer. "You got till the timer reaches zero to open all the locks and escape the saw." Not being stupid enough to waste her time with arguing did she start trying to break the locks.  only making slow progress. with only ten seconds left, did she free her arms and opened the upper lock, holding her hips in place.

with the certainty of the saw coming down, did she lean as far back as she could. Going into the deepest seal strech she ever did.  She managed to suck in her stomach just enough, to feel the saw moving across her exposed stomach. As the saw stopped did she rest her stomach onto the blade.  The magician clapped.

"Seems like you saved our first sacrifce." the girl glared at him, feeling the light red spots, where the saw moved over her skin. the magician opened the other locks and pulled her back, to allow her to relax her back.

Next was a straight jacket and chains. The girl let herself be tied up. Once she couldnt find a way out anymore, did she step into box. she had to duck, as the box was a bit smaller than her, making movement even worse. A new timer started and she tried to escape again. This time, there was no progress to be made.

She was certain, that she hurt the magicians feelings with her backbend. And then the timer ran out. She yelled out, as she felt the spikes pushing into her back, but she didnt get far, before they came out of her front, ripping the chains, Jacket and the cloths she was wearing underneath into pieces.

As the blades got removed did she fell on her knees. The Magician opened the box, showing the unharmed but undressed Assistant. "Looks like we need one sacrifice for this one." he said the audience looked back at the box. Sophie was hanging in her cuffs, blood flowing from the holes covering her body.

The girl looked at the other girl. "Thats what- " she started and the magician laughed. "You got it finally. if you cant escape, the injuries you suffer, will go to one of our Sacrifices. Not wanting to take part, in anymore, did she try to run. She felt a burning in her chest.

Her body turned into smoke. She stubbled from the other side, back on stage. Now seeing that the ginger one, turned into ashes. There was no escape for her. And so she didnt even try to escape. She let the guillotine of the next trick, cut through her with resisting it, hoping the girl taking the hit, wouldnt feel in it to much.

After an hour of surviving those deadly tricks, were all eight girls gone or in pieces. The brown haired girl was done. She grabbed a knife from the knife throwing and tried to attack the magician only to turn into a cloud of smoke. The Eight girls stepped out of the smoke, wearing bikinis matching their eye colors.

The Girls returned to their concered companions, ensuring them, that they are fine and it just looked worse. As the audience left the Theater, did they noticed the missing girl, tied to a wooden plank, with a few feathers to her.

A sign in front of her. "Bad volunteers need punishment. The employees, will free her, once the theater closes, so take your time." The eight girls were the first, getting there revenge in and taking a few pictures. As now all of them were stuck in those bikinis.

The rest of the Audience followed the advice and took their time. before the final girl got finally untied. Having learned to not mess with a magician.