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BLOGGER SAWN BY 30
- By MICHAELL JONES

“Good morning everyone it's me Nicola Callow and today I going to be sawn in half.”
That was quite a way to open a webcam blog, but to those that had recently been following Nicola’s ‘NC Couture’ blog, that wasn't such a strange sentence to say. In fact the opening of Nicola’s new video update started the same way as her second to last video blog from several days earlier.
Her followers had been eagerly waiting to see if she had indeed as promised been sawn in half by a magician, with many wondering if her lack of presence on social media was connected to not only Nicola actually been sawn in half, but maybe not surviving the experience.
“As I'm going to be locked inside a glass box when they saw me in two the magicians did make some recommendations on what to wear, so no prom dress for me.” Nicola spoke composed and friendly while talking into the camera. “Also today I'm wearing my wet look leather trousers from New Look, which while actually easier to get on then they should do and are quite comfortable, I’m a little concerned they might get a bit warm later when I'm on stage and in the box.”
The beautiful Nicola stood back to show off her understated long legs in the skintight shiny leather trousers, which clung to her sexy pins, curvy hips and juicy as cheeks, as she rotated round in them for the camera.
“But I guess if I'm going to get my legs cut off by a magician, having them get warm is the least of my concerns.” Nicola joked, as she felt at the hips where she presumed she'd be sawn in half later. “I've decided to balance the outfit out with a dark green Bahoo vest top I got last year, smart but casual and although I'm told I’ll have to be bare footed when I go in the magic box I thought I may arrive in some nice high heels.”
Nicola then lifted up her feet to show off her quirky tall heeled flowery shoes.
“So got my South tower heeled shoes on, which if I do have to take off hopefully I’ll get them returned to me at the end.” Nicola explained. “In fact hopefully I’ll get my lower body back at the end too, I know I complain about my daddy long legs but they're my legs and I want to keep them.”
Nicola then picked up a slim leather jacket & put it on her her vest top.
“The jacket’s an old one I think my Next, I'm wearing it because it's a bit cold outside and it matches the quirky rock chick look I'm going for without been too type-casted.” She informed. “Anyway taxi is almost here. I’m going to record a video on the way and when I get to Frankthirst Theatre where I will be getting sawn in half later today.”
Nicola then leaned down to the laptop closer to her webcam.
“Bye, bye.” She cutely waved, before switching off the video recording.
After this ended the online video cut to Nicola sat in the back of a spacious Taxi with an iPad in hand as someone filmed her from the front passengers seat. While keen viewers knew this hadn't been her last online post before she went to be sawn in half, unlike the previous clip this was new, unseen footage.
“So a bit of backstory to those who don't know why I'm going to see a magician to saw me in half.” Nicola explained as she held up the iPad, still dressed in her sexy leather. “A few months ago when moving in with my fiancé Paul I came across an old list I'd written when I was thirteen if things I wanted to do before I was thirty. It was quite a random thing to write and some of the stuff on it was random too. Because I'm going to turn thirty next week I decided a few weeks ago to do a video blog on the list.”
Nicola then holds up the iPad which is playing the mentioned video blog of her talking about the list into her webcam, with the sound off. The video then shows Nicola holding up the very list she wrote at thirteen to the camera.
“See there I am with the list of things I wanted to by the time I was thirty.” Nicola explains sat in the taxi as she pauses the video of her holding up her ambitions list. “Now the purpose of the video was to address some of the things on the list I’d both accomplished and some I’d genuinely like to achieve with the few weeks I had left, with the slim hope that my followers online could help me.” Nicola informed. “Now in the video I bring up a few things like kicking a football at Wembley, meeting Backstreet Boy, going to Hawaii and though it scares me, bungee jumping, these were the sort of things I expected viewers to pick up on, the item on the list however that started a weird viral campaign and that I didn't even mention at any point in the video, was ‘get sawn in half by a magician.’
Nicola leaned forward in her car seat holding up the freeze frame shot from her iPad as the camera zoomed in on it.
“On the entire video there's only a few seconds close ups in total where you could make out my thirteen year olds handwriting where I wrote, but apparently one of my viewers who works for a magician saw it and messaged him and it he put in the message board and on linked the video to his scold media outlets leading to a massive campaign over the last few weeks for him to saw me in half.” Nicola explained. “Barely anything else on the list seemed to matter other than me been the woman the magician divides in two, so eventually I've had to relent. I said I didn't want to do it in front of a large audience, but if it's going to have to happen I should have a video of it to go on my blog, which they've said they’ll get a professional camera crew to film as they want a copy to for promotions of their new theatre residency.”
Next the footage switched to Nicola stood in the lobby of the theatre, been filmed by her own amateur cameraman. This was actually to followers of her blog her final video update prior to this one. Looking beautiful but nervous and less leathered up having removed the leather jacket, to show off her sleeveless dark green vest top, the impending magicians assistant was standing next to a large cardboard 3D poster advertising the magic show ‘Installusions’ as she awaited to go into the hall.
“Well here I am inside Frankthirst Theatre, I've been told to wait here until I can go into the hall to get sawn in half by… Installusions.” Nicola dramatically announced their name, while posing with her hands to draw attention to the cardboard poster beside her for the magic team.
The cameraman got a lingering shot of the large poster for Installusions, accompanied with their name which was spelt out their name in a dramatic font accompanied by an intense pose from the enigmatic lead male magician of the team, which was at the forefront surrounded by a smoky collage of photographs of illusions from their show.
“Here they are in full colour and you can even see on a montage a shot of a poor woman they've sawn in half.” Nicola notes as she points across to a picture of a startled young woman in two different pieces courtesy of the glass box clearly impossible sawing illusion. “Yeah she doesn't look too happy about bern in two pieces either, exactly what I have to look forward to. In fact I've found two videos on YouTube of Installusions sawing women in half and in both the video’s end before you see whether they put her back together again.”
Nicola looked at the camera with a puzzled look of worry on her face.
“So do they put the woman back together after they saw her in half, you'd presume so, so why don't they show it?” She tensely asked. “Because while they said they can saw me in half, in retrospect they've been a little vague on the whole putting me back together bit. That's kind of important to me.”
Moments after Nicola had expressed her worried concern a female stagehand walked out of the top theatre door, holding a clipboard and looking for the impending blogger assistant.
“Ok Nicola they're ready for you now.” The stagehand politely spoke. “If you'd like to come in and make your way up to the stage and they’ll guide you through the rest.”
“Thanks I’ll be right through.” Nicola nervously replied.
The stagehand walked back into the theatre, as an anxious Nicola turned to the camera.
“Right well this is it. I'm going to go to be sawn in half by a magician.” She addressed the camera. “ I don't know if when I come back through this door whether I’ll be in one piece or rolled out in two, so this could my last ever blog update.”
Nicola waved to the camera as she opened the door.
“Goodbye and thank you to everyone that's followed me. Bye.” Nicola waved as she walked into the theatre.
The door closed behind her, which was the point where the original blog post of this video section ended.
Then came the brand new footage that everyone had been waiting for. From the stage a professional camera crew filmed Nicola as she made her way through the door to the theatre as she walked cautiously down the theatre aisle towards the stage, where despite her catwalk outfit of trendy vest top, elaborate shoes and skintight leather leggings on her long toned pins, her nervousness did not make her so graceful as she slowly neared the stage, while the stagehand walked ahead of her.
With more than one camera in the room, footage alternated between Nicola and the Installusions team which awaited her presence on the stage. Standing front and centre was the enigmatic leader of the group who was prominent on the poster. Though he did not offer to introduce himself to Nicola, she and anyone else watching the video who had their research knew him as Hector Redvine, a brooding, handsome yet mostly silent magician. While most of the rest of the team lingered just outside of the stage spotlight, prominent next to Hector was Installusions second in command, the vixen Chanette Deesh, a femme fatale of fewer words than Hector whose actions and sensual energy spoke for themselves, which her figure on this even clad in a red shiny spandex steampunk inspired attire.
“Nicola from NC Couture we have been waiting for you.” Hectors heavy voice boomed over the microphone rigged stage. “Come forth and join us.”
As the stagehand gestured for her towards the stage, Nicola made her way to the steps to join Installusions. The various camera’s observed as her high heeled shoes tapped upon each wooden step as she made her way up onto the stage.
“We have something for you Nicola.” Hector declared as from the shadows a pale ghostly assistant wheeled forward an eight wheeled, two section table which atop of it was the two metal framed and glass sided clearly impossible sawing box covers. “This is what we shall lock you inside of so we can saw you in half.”
Then another pale assistant stepped further out from the shadows clutching by their sides a dirty, used chainsaw, as the already tense Nicola’s eyes almost bulged out upon seeing it.
“This Nicola is what we shall saw you in half with.” Hector mentioned, while Nicola just a few feet away from him, stepped back. “We shall now begin.”
Blunt and to the point, the Installusions team followed his orders as two assistants removed the glass box coverings to the table, while the smirking Chanette strutted her way towards the awkwardly stood Nicola.
“Please come with me.” Chanette quietly but commandingly spoke to Nicola as she gestured out her hand to her.
Nicola cautiously stepped further forward on the stage floor, aware she was nearing the now bare sawing table and intimidating chainsaw that dangled from an assistant's hand. As she moved closer, Chanette reached down and took Nicola’s hand, who initially had no intention of literally been led by hand to the metal table.
“Please sit.” Chanette almost whispered, as patted her hand on the hard uncomfortable surface of the table, directly where the two sections were clipped together.
Nicola aware this could be her last seconds stood under the weight of her own legs took a deep breath and then sat her leather wrapped posterior onto the table groove. It wasn't quite as uncomfortable as she had envisioned.
Nicola looked up to Chanette for further instructions, but the femme fatale instead reached down and tucked her hands behind the bloggers leather skinned ankles. She began to lift up Nicola’s feet, who aware from watching the YouTube videos of Installusions act offered no resistance, clearly aware as to where this was leading. Nicola gripped her hands onto the side of the table surface to support her as her long slender legs were outstretched. As Chanette maintained eye-contact, she gently began to rotate Nicola’s shoe clad feet towards the bottom end of the table.
“Place your feet at the base of the table.” Hectors commanding voice instructed, observing that the untrained Nicola was a little awkward in getting herself into position efficiently.
Nicola complied, manoeuvring her legs round into position, aided by the smooth surface of her leather clad posterior which effortlessly slid upon the metal table top. Now sat upon the table with her legs stretched out lengthwise her strapped big shoes rested upon the slightly cushioned base of the table.
Chanette placed her hands upon the bare shoulders of Nicola, having maintained eye contact throughout with her. As she coldly stared deeply at her intended victim, she moved her body up to Nicola’s, who uncomfortable with this strange woman not having any personal space boundaries or ever briefly looking away from her, began to lean backwards to keep some distance from her. This was however what the manipulative Chanette intended, as she was able to get Nicola to recline upon the sawing table without saying the word. Nicola was now fully laid down now, with nowhere left to move further away from Chanette who was stalking over her, hands still upon Nicola’s shoulders and their faces just inches away from each other's.
Aware she was laying upon the sawing table Nicola turned her head side to side, while Chanette was almost atop of her. Meanwhile Hector commanded his pasty assistants to pick back up the glass box covers and bring them across to the table. They carried them over, holding them above the nervous body of Nicola, who was already feeling claustrophobic about them, even before she was locked inside of them.
As her body trembled, Nicola looked up to the assistants hovered the glass casing above her, lowering each cover towards her.
“Lift your arms.” Chanette commanded, pointing to the two rounded holes at the top of the glass box that was been lowered over her slender upper body.
Nicola lifted up her upper limbs, directing her hands towards the rounded holes, which slotted through them, as the box was draped across her torso. Her arms fitted through the side holes, while the bottom of the glass box touched the top side surface of the table.
It appeared to be a snug fit across Nicola’s upper body, her head protruding out the top, as the camera got a close view Nicola’s torso inside the glass box, with her more anxious breathing chest nearly touching the inside top glass casing.
As her leather wrapped legs twitched nervously, the pale assistants grabbed the second box cover. Chanette guided them over, waving them forwards before holding Nicola’s ankles together down upon the table base. They lowered the cover across her lengthy pins. It fitted over her perfectly from her curvy hips, where the top box cover ended right down to the top of her shoes. It was also longer than the top box cover, due to the fact that more than half of Nicola’s height – like many women - was in her legs. It would be where the two box sections met that the intended saw would go through thus cutting Nicola so her legs would remain intact, just not with the rest of her body.
As her pointy long heeled shoe covered feet twitched on the table end, just beyond where the glass structure covered her, the assistants finished restraining the rest of her lower body, locking both box covers to the table, as the Nicola watched, a concerned look upon in her eyes which the camera caught as she was snugly binder her to the boxed table.
Nicola tried to lift up the upper box, but her arms despite been outside of the structure were restricted with what movement they could make and would still not have been powerful enough to budge the box covers, much like her long legs, which she could barely lift, but even then they just merely pressed against the inside lid.
“I think the fidgety Nicola needs to be restrained further.” Hector informed the Installusions team.
With that two of the assistants handed their leader metallic box end stocks to secure the open ends of the table. Taking the section which had two rounded holes Hector began to slide the stock over the bottom of the table while Chanette grabbed hold of Nicola’s shoe covered feet, positioning her leather wrapped ankles in the correct position so that the rounded grooves of the stock went over them. Chanette latched the slotted ankle restraint to the glass box on either side, ensuring Nicola couldn’t pry it loose with her feet.
Meanwhile Hector has positioned himself at the other end of Nicola’s trapped body, with neck stock in hand he began to slide it over the top of the box as Nicola looked up at him with her big innocent, concerned eyes. With only one rounded groove on the stock – appropriately shaped to gently wrap itself over her neck, Hector pushed the neck stock all the way across the top of the box, trapping Nicola’s head in the process. He latched each side to the glass box, completing the process of restraining her completely.
“Now there is no way for Nicola to free herself.” Hector announced to the camera, which quickly turned towards the worried Nicola, her body from neck to ankles, heavily bound inside the glass framed box, with only her arms free at the side. “But we don’t want to free Nicola, especially when we can saw her in half.”
The assistant who had been clutching by their side the dirty looking and used chainsaw, limped towards Hector. The magician snatched the chainsaw from his side and held it aloft in the air. While her vision was slightly restricted on account of the box and now barely able to lift her head, Nicola could see Hector hold the chainsaw up high. It only made her body tremble more as it was clearly not a gimmicked magic prop but the real deal designed to cut through large tree trunks and not petite online bloggers.
“Careful about what you wish for in childhood.” Hector coldly stared into the camera, a reference to Nicola’s teenage list. “It may one day come true”
He then turned on the chainsaw, which made a thunderous roar, causing Nicola to almost jump out of her skin, which she may have succeeded in doing if not for the tight confines of the box she was trapped in.
The razor sharp blades of the loud chainsaw spun manically as Hector with an evil glassy eyed look held it outwards towards Nicola. He methodically stepped towards her, as she turned her head to look at the terrifying image, aware of what the chainsaw was intended to momentarily do to her poor body.
As it could be seen through the glass walls of the box, her body trembled, while the chainsaw was held above her bound waist. Nicola’s eyes bulged and her mouth gasped as Hector looked to line up the swirling metal saw to the lined gap of the two boxed lids, with the leather wrapped hips of her body directly below.
Nicolas fingers that were shaking on the table surface near the intended path of the chainsaw, wandered closer to her upper torso as Hector placed the ghastly power tool to the lid surface. He drove it through the gap as Nicola could feel the heat from the chainsaw over her body, her skintight leather leggings not helping matters no matter how good they looked on her. Soon the chainsaw would be causing Nicola more problems than hot thighs, as she grimaced turning away at the horror that it would be sawing her in half.
Hector drove the chainsaw deeper down. Nicola let out an ear splitting scream as she felt the spinning sharp teeth dig into her skin. She looked over in pained terror, unleashing a lower but still disturbing second scream as it was very evident she was getting sliced by the chainsaw. Her booted feet rocked up in down on the base of the table, outside the foot end of the box, her fingers wrapped up into a balled fist, while her bare arms tensed up. Nicola’s head shook side to side, her long locks flailing, as her expression suggested she wanted to unleash further screams but she couldn’t muster the sound, at least not one that wouldn’t be drowned out by the roar of the chainsaw which was mercilessly sawing her in half.
Hector ran the chainsaw back and forth through the middle of Nicola’s hips, relentless as the untrained assistant who he had only met minutes earlier was been cut into two pieces. As he looked on at curvy body he was destroying, he neglected to look towards her pained, face. Nicola leaned her head back, grimacing, with teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, as the chainsaw was now cutting through into the base of her lower back.
She let out a squeal, which was followed by a rumbling sound from the chainsaw as it met a harder resistance than her petite frame. The blades were scraping against the table surface beneath Nicola’s sawn body.
Hector began to lift the chainsaw up out of the cut within the sawn in half body of Nicola, as she gasped exhausted at what was happening to her, observing Hector lift the still swirling power tool up and out of her body. With the chainsaw reemerging out of the lid of the box, Hector turned it off, the spinning blades slowly grinding down to a silencing stop.
He stepped back from Nicola, who looked around to see Chanette step into his place at the middle of her laid out trapped body. She held in her two hands two shiny stainless steel blades, with metallic handled grips. She glanced down at the terrified Nicola with a smug look that in the bloggers language could be referred to as ‘resting bitch face.’ Chanette then aligned up the first blade between the two lids of the box, of which the chainsaw had previously gone through to destroy Nicola’s waist. She then pushed the blade down straight through Nicola’s body.
She let out a squeal as she felt Chanette go through her with the blade, as it slammed into the table surface. Nicola shouldn’t have been able to feel anything after her ordeal with the chainsaw, but she still felt the discomfort of the blade inside her. Chanette took the second blade, she slid it down through the lid of the box next to the first. It met a bit of resistance but she gave to a hard shove and it dropped down, slamming into the table surface.
Both blades were now completely through Nicola’s body, as Chanette stepped back and raised her arms out to the side, a signal to the pasty assistants, with one approaching the box trapped Nicola on either side, one near her worried head, the other at her booted, swaying feet. Each assistant leaned forward and reached underneath the table, one grabbed the table frame beneath her head, the other doing likewise underneath Nicola’s feet.
They then each pulled on their table ends. I’m doing so Nicola’s beautiful body started to be pulled apart as a gap began to form between the previously touching steel blades that penetrated her divided body. Nicola gasped in shock as the camera caught her wide eyed, jaw dropped reaction as well as the sight of her body been pulled apart in two at the waist.
The two assistants took a few steps back, with one wheeling Nicola’s divided upper body from her worried head to belt line waist and the other pulling her leather clad sawn off legs and booted feet. They paused leaving a good few feet of space between the two halves of Nicola’s sawn and divided body.
The camera ensured it constantly got a good angle of the action, getting shots of both sections of the neatly thirty year old blogger in the same frame and also getting close ups of her two pieces, panning around without once pausing the footage as everything unfolded live. It filmed her kicking shoes, acting hysterical at been detached from their upper body, it caught Nicola’s free hands stretch out and reach round to touch the back of the smooth surface of the steel blade at where her lower hips should be, but were now no longer there.
“Oh my god I’m really sawn in half half, Jesus.” Nicola anxiously gasped, feeling where her lower body should be as she tried to look around to see her legs. “Oh god, you actually did it, oh Jesus Christ.”
“Jesus and no god can help you now Nicola.” Hector chillingly told Nicola as he leaned into her worried face.
He then grabbed hold of the upper body table which contained Nicola’s box trapped upper body and swiftly spun it around at 90 degrees, while on the opposite side of the stage the assistant at her feet spun the leg box around, also at 90 degrees so that it was now both halves of Nicola’s body were lengthwise to each other.
Nicola turned her head sideways to get a sideways view of her detached lower body. She was astounded as her neck trapped head shook at what she saw, opposite her she could see her long leather leggings wearing lower body through the glass box, as her shoe booted feet flailed out the bottom of the box.
“Those are my legs, this is so freaky.” A flabbergasted Nicola mumbled, unable to take her wide eyes off her removed lower body.
Chanette with a mischievous smirk motioned towards Nicola’s elaborate shoes, that protruded out of the boxes ankle stock upon her wiggling feet. She reached over with her manicured nails and began to fiddle with the shoes buckles, as across from her Nicola’s detached upper body looked on.
“Hey what are you doing?” Nicola questioned watching Chanette unbuckle the shoes from her trapped feet.
“We don’t want people thinking these are fake feet.” Chanette responded as she began to remove the shoes.
“No just leave them on please, I’m funny about my feet.” Nicola pleaded as Chanette slipped off both of her shoes, leaving her feet bare as they protruded out of the box end.
Despite having agreed to be locked in a box and getting sawn in half by chainsaw to be divided in two, Nicola was visibly more flustered and concerned about been bare footed than anything else that she’d endured over the last few hours. The blogger who had never posted any image of herself barefooted online was now peering over at her naked feet and wiggling toes as the camera filmed them shivering out the base end of the sawing box.
Hector then wheeled Nicola’s upper body closer towards her feet, so that her head was aligned with them. As he did the sawn in half blogger caught the mischievous look in Chanette’s eye as she leaned in towards Nicola’s exposed trapped feet.
“No don’t you dare!” Nicola panicked with wide eyed concern as Chanette’s finger tips were millimetres from the soles of her feet.
Chanette caressed the bare skin under Nicola’s feet with her fingers. Her toes began to shake, as her ankles bashed against their restraints. Chanette sped up her finger movement, tickling Nicola’s bare feet.
“No, no, don’t!” The bound Nicola pleaded, as she began to laugh, her sensitive feet unable to withstand the tickling.
Despise been sawn in half and not been connected to the rest of her body from hips below, Nicola could still feel Chanette mercilessly tickling her feet. She trapped legs shook in the box, her feet flailed trying to get away from the touch of fingers to feet and a couple of feet away her upper body trembled inside the tight confines of her box as she laughed uncontrollably, head shaking from side to side.
“Oh god please stop!” Nicola helplessly laughed, as she reached out from the open side of the box to try and stop it, but her closest arm even when outstretched was mere centimetres from been able to touch the leather material of her leggings with fingertips not nearly close enough to stop Chanette.
But her tickle torturer wasn’t quite ready to stop yet. Nicola continued to laugh breathlessly, unable to stop it and barely able to endure it. Chanette peered over at the divided upper body of her victim. She could tell that Nicola had had enough, as her body writhed within the restrictive sawing box. Chanette moved her fingers away from Nicola’s sensitive feet. The laughing stopped, but regaining her composure and bringing her heavy breathing down would take longer, as Nicola breathed heavily from the tickling torture.
“Well I feel we’ve established that not only are the feet real but they belong to Nicola here.” Hector stated the obvious as Chanette stepped away from the divided bloggers feet. “Nicola you can now tick off one of your accomplishments to achieve by thirty.”
“That’s great I guess. But I’d feel better about it once you put me back together.” Nicola trembled hoping that unlike all the videos she’d seen of Installusions she’d be the one sawn in half assistant who would be seen getting restored.
Hector, Chanette and the rest of the Installusions team looked across at each other, all with pondering faces as none answered Nicola.. Hector signalled them forward with a commanding wiggle of his finger, as the bemused Nicola watched on.
The strange, gothic group who had sawn the young blogger in half all approached each other and began to huddle around in a circle heads in. The camera filmed them, but could not hear what they were saying as the Installusions team began muttering amongst themselves so that no one else, including Nicola could hear them.
A concerned and anxious Nicola looked over, her head turned, trying to see from her restrictive vision from been trapped in the sawing box as to what was going on, or what they were intensely discussing, all the while out the bottom of the other sawing box her bare feet impatiently wiggled.
“Er hello, what are you talking about? Hello I’m still here, sawn in half, not able to go anywhere.” Nicola nervously questioned trying to grab the huddling groups attention as they continued to ignore her.
The camera made sure to catch the cute blogger eagerly trying to ears drop while still in two pieces, trapped in the boxes until Installusions concluded what to do with her. She looked on more perplexed and worried as the incoherent mumbling became louder and seemingly more louder, as there seemed to be some disagreement on what they should do next.
Eventually the huddle dispersed, as the members creeped off in different directions across the stage.
“We have decided Nicola that until next time we shall put you back together.” Hector unenthusiastically explained.
Two of the pale assistants each grabbed a tabled section of Nicola’s divided body, rather abruptly startling Nicola, before they started to spin her two halves around. A paranoid Nicola looked around, concerned they may be wheeling her two halves off stage, but instead she was been moved closer to her divided lower body as the assistants aligned up the blade ends to where she had been sawn in half.
The two sections of Nicola’s body were pushed together, as the blade sides pressed into each other. The creepy pale assistants clicked the table sections into place, so that neither part of her divided body rolled away from the other. Nicola who at this point had not only had blades through her body for several minutes, but had been trapped and locked in the tight confines of the box fidgeted, her feet swaying and hands outside of the box impatiently tapping on the sides.
Hector and Chanette moved to the middle of the box. They leaned forward and each wrapped a hand around one of the two steel blades that were pressed straight through Nicola’s body. Then simultaneously they swiftly pulled the two blades out of the box and the bloggers divided body.
Nicola moaned uncomfortably as she felt the blades leave her body, an unusual reaction which from her subsequent confused expression suggested she was surprised to feel a sudden pain from the blades finally leaving her body. She composed herself as Chanette moved towards her feet and Hector to her head.
Chanette unclipped the foot stock, but while she did her free hand sneaked over to the sole of Nicola’s foot. The camera caught her give a little tickle to the sole of Nicola’s foot, she giggled before Chanette pulled her hand away and continued with removing the ankle stock.
As the ankle stock was slid out of the box, freeing Nicola’s feet, Hector unclipped the sides to the neck stock, near her draped over hair, as she anxiously watched on. After doing so he lifted the stock straight out of the box, giving Nicola more moveability with her head.
The two pale assistants quickly descended to the locks to the glass box covers, which held Nicola captive. They proceeded to unlock the numerous shackled on both sides, moving swiftly in regards to their sometimes methodical movements. Eventually all locks were removed, now only the two confining glass box covers to remove.
As Hector and Chanette looked on a few steps back, the pale creepy assistants each took hold of a box cover and commenced with lifting them up, with Nicola lifting her arms up, as she had done earlier, to allow her upper limbs to come out of the side holes at the top box cover. While the boxes hadn’t been too restrictive in seeing Nicola’s body while inside them, due to the transparent glass windows, this would be the first time in several minutes her whole body would be seen in its entirety, possibly in one piece.
Nicola laid on the table with the sawing box covers removed looked amazing. Her long legs still looked sexy in her shiny skintight leather leggings, now barefooted at the end, while her slender torso in dark green vest looked as beautiful as before as she breathed heavily up and down, still anxious even though the worst was over.
Nicola lifted her head up and looked down at her body, everything looked to be normal and in its right order, without a worrying visual of a gory sliced waistline. Lifting her hands she swiftly began to rub down all over her waist, hips and the top and sides of her leather clad legs, checking frantically that she was indeed back in one piece.
The Installusion team all began to step back, silently to allow Nicola space to take in that she had survived been sawn in half and getting put back together unscathed. The previously divided blogger lifted up her lean, toned legs to check that they were still working.
With her legs back on the pleasantly bemused Nicola sat up on the table and turned her body around, sat upon the table, still in disbelief that she had survived the ordeal of been sawn in half and now again in one piece. She quickly stood up, expecting her legs to not support her upper body and fall apart as she looked down still examining her body with her inspecting hands as they touched around her legs and waist.
“Wow you did it, I’m back together, this is so unreal I can’t believe it.” Nicola in ecstatic relief smiled. “Thank you so much.”
Nicola then looked around to thank the Installusions team, but found that other than the camera operators the stage was almost empty. Chanette and the silent pale assistants had disappeared, while just beyond the lighted section of the stage in the far shadows she could just about make out Hector at the far back of the stage in the shadows.
“As I mentioned Nicola until next time we’ve put you back together.” He ominously spoke as he seemingly floated backwards further into the shadows.
After Installusions had all sneaked away, Natalie looked around on the stage, empty of everything but the sawing props, somewhat perplexed by the magic groups unannounced exit.
The video then cut to several minutes later of Nicola stood back in the lobby next to the Installusions poster and wearing her matching leather jacket.
“Well that was a weird way for Installusions to say goodbye.” She declared with a relaxed smile. “Not sure what that was all about. But the most important thing is I’m in one piece.”
The camera backed out as the beautiful Nicola, once again in her high heeled shoes posed to show her frame undivided.
“So with one week to go I can cross off getting sawn in half by a magician on my list of things to by thirty.” Nicola smiled. “Still a lot of other things on that list I’d have much rather done, but hope you all liked watching the video and leave your comments below, just don’t ask me to do it again. Until my next blog this has been Nicola Callow from NC Couture saying thank you and goodbye.”

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BLOGGER SAWN BY 30
- By MICHAELL JONES

“Good morning everyone it's me Nicola Callow and today I going to be sawn in half.”
That was quite a way to open a webcam blog, but to those that had recently been following Nicola’s ‘NC Couture’ blog, that wasn't such a strange sentence to say. In fact the opening of Nicola’s new video update started the same way as her second to last video blog from several days earlier.
Her followers had been eagerly waiting to see if she had indeed as promised been sawn in half by a magician, with many wondering if her lack of presence on social media was connected to not only Nicola actually been sawn in half, but maybe not surviving the experience.
“As I'm going to be locked inside a glass box when they saw me in two the magicians did make some recommendations on what to wear, so no prom dress for me.” Nicola spoke composed and friendly while talking into the camera. “Also today I'm wearing my wet look leather trousers from New Look, which while actually easier to get on then they should do and are quite comfortable, I’m a little concerned they might get a bit warm later when I'm on stage and in the box.”
The beautiful Nicola stood back to show off her understated long legs in the skintight shiny leather trousers, which clung to her sexy pins, curvy hips and juicy as cheeks, as she rotated round in them for the camera.
“But I guess if I'm going to get my legs cut off by a magician, having them get warm is the least of my concerns.” Nicola joked, as she felt at the hips where she presumed she'd be sawn in half later. “I've decided to balance the outfit out with a dark green Bahoo vest top I got last year, smart but casual and although I'm told I’ll have to be bare footed when I go in the magic box I thought I may arrive in some nice high heels.”
Nicola then lifted up her feet to show off her quirky tall heeled flowery shoes.
“So got my South tower heeled shoes on, which if I do have to take off hopefully I’ll get them returned to me at the end.” Nicola explained. “In fact hopefully I’ll get my lower body back at the end too, I know I complain about my daddy long legs but they're my legs and I want to keep them.”
Nicola then picked up a slim leather jacket & put it on her her vest top.
“The jacket’s an old one I think my Next, I'm wearing it because it's a bit cold outside and it matches the quirky rock chick look I'm going for without been too type-casted.” She informed. “Anyway taxi is almost here. I’m going to record a video on the way and when I get to Frankthirst Theatre where I will be getting sawn in half later today.”
Nicola then leaned down to the laptop closer to her webcam.
“Bye, bye.” She cutely waved, before switching off the video recording.
After this ended the online video cut to Nicola sat in the back of a spacious Taxi with an iPad in hand as someone filmed her from the front passengers seat. While keen viewers knew this hadn't been her last online post before she went to be sawn in half, unlike the previous clip this was new, unseen footage.
“So a bit of backstory to those who don't know why I'm going to see a magician to saw me in half.” Nicola explained as she held up the iPad, still dressed in her sexy leather. “A few months ago when moving in with my fiancé Paul I came across an old list I'd written when I was thirteen if things I wanted to do before I was thirty. It was quite a random thing to write and some of the stuff on it was random too. Because I'm going to turn thirty next week I decided a few weeks ago to do a video blog on the list.”
Nicola then holds up the iPad which is playing the mentioned video blog of her talking about the list into her webcam, with the sound off. The video then shows Nicola holding up the very list she wrote at thirteen to the camera.
“See there I am with the list of things I wanted to by the time I was thirty.” Nicola explains sat in the taxi as she pauses the video of her holding up her ambitions list. “Now the purpose of the video was to address some of the things on the list I’d both accomplished and some I’d genuinely like to achieve with the few weeks I had left, with the slim hope that my followers online could help me.” Nicola informed. “Now in the video I bring up a few things like kicking a football at Wembley, meeting Backstreet Boy, going to Hawaii and though it scares me, bungee jumping, these were the sort of things I expected viewers to pick up on, the item on the list however that started a weird viral campaign and that I didn't even mention at any point in the video, was ‘get sawn in half by a magician.’
Nicola leaned forward in her car seat holding up the freeze frame shot from her iPad as the camera zoomed in on it.
“On the entire video there's only a few seconds close ups in total where you could make out my thirteen year olds handwriting where I wrote, but apparently one of my viewers who works for a magician saw it and messaged him and it he put in the message board and on linked the video to his scold media outlets leading to a massive campaign over the last few weeks for him to saw me in half.” Nicola explained. “Barely anything else on the list seemed to matter other than me been the woman the magician divides in two, so eventually I've had to relent. I said I didn't want to do it in front of a large audience, but if it's going to have to happen I should have a video of it to go on my blog, which they've said they’ll get a professional camera crew to film as they want a copy to for promotions of their new theatre residency.”
Next the footage switched to Nicola stood in the lobby of the theatre, been filmed by her own amateur cameraman. This was actually to followers of her blog her final video update prior to this one. Looking beautiful but nervous and less leathered up having removed the leather jacket, to show off her sleeveless dark green vest top, the impending magicians assistant was standing next to a large cardboard 3D poster advertising the magic show ‘Installusions’ as she awaited to go into the hall.
“Well here I am inside Frankthirst Theatre, I've been told to wait here until I can go into the hall to get sawn in half by… Installusions.” Nicola dramatically announced their name, while posing with her hands to draw attention to the cardboard poster beside her for the magic team.
The cameraman got a lingering shot of the large poster for Installusions, accompanied with their name which was spelt out their name in a dramatic font accompanied by an intense pose from the enigmatic lead male magician of the team, which was at the forefront surrounded by a smoky collage of photographs of illusions from their show.
“Here they are in full colour and you can even see on a montage a shot of a poor woman they've sawn in half.” Nicola notes as she points across to a picture of a startled young woman in two different pieces courtesy of the glass box clearly impossible sawing illusion. “Yeah she doesn't look too happy about bern in two pieces either, exactly what I have to look forward to. In fact I've found two videos on YouTube of Installusions sawing women in half and in both the video’s end before you see whether they put her back together again.”
Nicola looked at the camera with a puzzled look of worry on her face.
“So do they put the woman back together after they saw her in half, you'd presume so, so why don't they show it?” She tensely asked. “Because while they said they can saw me in half, in retrospect they've been a little vague on the whole putting me back together bit. That's kind of important to me.”
Moments after Nicola had expressed her worried concern a female stagehand walked out of the top theatre door, holding a clipboard and looking for the impending blogger assistant.
“Ok Nicola they're ready for you now.” The stagehand politely spoke. “If you'd like to come in and make your way up to the stage and they’ll guide you through the rest.”
“Thanks I’ll be right through.” Nicola nervously replied.
The stagehand walked back into the theatre, as an anxious Nicola turned to the camera.
“Right well this is it. I'm going to go to be sawn in half by a magician.” She addressed the camera. “ I don't know if when I come back through this door whether I’ll be in one piece or rolled out in two, so this could my last ever blog update.”
Nicola waved to the camera as she opened the door.
“Goodbye and thank you to everyone that's followed me. Bye.” Nicola waved as she walked into the theatre.
The door closed behind her, which was the point where the original blog post of this video section ended.
Then came the brand new footage that everyone had been waiting for. From the stage a professional camera crew filmed Nicola as she made her way through the door to the theatre as she walked cautiously down the theatre aisle towards the stage, where despite her catwalk outfit of trendy vest top, elaborate shoes and skintight leather leggings on her long toned pins, her nervousness did not make her so graceful as she slowly neared the stage, while the stagehand walked ahead of her.
With more than one camera in the room, footage alternated between Nicola and the Installusions team which awaited her presence on the stage. Standing front and centre was the enigmatic leader of the group who was prominent on the poster. Though he did not offer to introduce himself to Nicola, she and anyone else watching the video who had their research knew him as Hector Redvine, a brooding, handsome yet mostly silent magician. While most of the rest of the team lingered just outside of the stage spotlight, prominent next to Hector was Installusions second in command, the vixen Chanette Deesh, a femme fatale of fewer words than Hector whose actions and sensual energy spoke for themselves, which her figure on this even clad in a red shiny spandex steampunk inspired attire.
“Nicola from NC Couture we have been waiting for you.” Hectors heavy voice boomed over the microphone rigged stage. “Come forth and join us.”
As the stagehand gestured for her towards the stage, Nicola made her way to the steps to join Installusions. The various camera’s observed as her high heeled shoes tapped upon each wooden step as she made her way up onto the stage.
“We have something for you Nicola.” Hector declared as from the shadows a pale ghostly assistant wheeled forward an eight wheeled, two section table which atop of it was the two metal framed and glass sided clearly impossible sawing box covers. “This is what we shall lock you inside of so we can saw you in half.”
Then another pale assistant stepped further out from the shadows clutching by their sides a dirty, used chainsaw, as the already tense Nicola’s eyes almost bulged out upon seeing it.
“This Nicola is what we shall saw you in half with.” Hector mentioned, while Nicola just a few feet away from him, stepped back. “We shall now begin.”
Blunt and to the point, the Installusions team followed his orders as two assistants removed the glass box coverings to the table, while the smirking Chanette strutted her way towards the awkwardly stood Nicola.
“Please come with me.” Chanette quietly but commandingly spoke to Nicola as she gestured out her hand to her.
Nicola cautiously stepped further forward on the stage floor, aware she was nearing the now bare sawing table and intimidating chainsaw that dangled from an assistant's hand. As she moved closer, Chanette reached down and took Nicola’s hand, who initially had no intention of literally been led by hand to the metal table.
“Please sit.” Chanette almost whispered, as patted her hand on the hard uncomfortable surface of the table, directly where the two sections were clipped together.
Nicola aware this could be her last seconds stood under the weight of her own legs took a deep breath and then sat her leather wrapped posterior onto the table groove. It wasn't quite as uncomfortable as she had envisioned.
Nicola looked up to Chanette for further instructions, but the femme fatale instead reached down and tucked her hands behind the bloggers leather skinned ankles. She began to lift up Nicola’s feet, who aware from watching the YouTube videos of Installusions act offered no resistance, clearly aware as to where this was leading. Nicola gripped her hands onto the side of the table surface to support her as her long slender legs were outstretched. As Chanette maintained eye-contact, she gently began to rotate Nicola’s shoe clad feet towards the bottom end of the table.
“Place your feet at the base of the table.” Hectors commanding voice instructed, observing that the untrained Nicola was a little awkward in getting herself into position efficiently.
Nicola complied, manoeuvring her legs round into position, aided by the smooth surface of her leather clad posterior which effortlessly slid upon the metal table top. Now sat upon the table with her legs stretched out lengthwise her strapped big shoes rested upon the slightly cushioned base of the table.
Chanette placed her hands upon the bare shoulders of Nicola, having maintained eye contact throughout with her. As she coldly stared deeply at her intended victim, she moved her body up to Nicola’s, who uncomfortable with this strange woman not having any personal space boundaries or ever briefly looking away from her, began to lean backwards to keep some distance from her. This was however what the manipulative Chanette intended, as she was able to get Nicola to recline upon the sawing table without saying the word. Nicola was now fully laid down now, with nowhere left to move further away from Chanette who was stalking over her, hands still upon Nicola’s shoulders and their faces just inches away from each other's.
Aware she was laying upon the sawing table Nicola turned her head side to side, while Chanette was almost atop of her. Meanwhile Hector commanded his pasty assistants to pick back up the glass box covers and bring them across to the table. They carried them over, holding them above the nervous body of Nicola, who was already feeling claustrophobic about them, even before she was locked inside of them.
As her body trembled, Nicola looked up to the assistants hovered the glass casing above her, lowering each cover towards her.
“Lift your arms.” Chanette commanded, pointing to the two rounded holes at the top of the glass box that was been lowered over her slender upper body.
Nicola lifted up her upper limbs, directing her hands towards the rounded holes, which slotted through them, as the box was draped across her torso. Her arms fitted through the side holes, while the bottom of the glass box touched the top side surface of the table.
It appeared to be a snug fit across Nicola’s upper body, her head protruding out the top, as the camera got a close view Nicola’s torso inside the glass box, with her more anxious breathing chest nearly touching the inside top glass casing.
As her leather wrapped legs twitched nervously, the pale assistants grabbed the second box cover. Chanette guided them over, waving them forwards before holding Nicola’s ankles together down upon the table base. They lowered the cover across her lengthy pins. It fitted over her perfectly from her curvy hips, where the top box cover ended right down to the top of her shoes. It was also longer than the top box cover, due to the fact that more than half of Nicola’s height – like many women - was in her legs. It would be where the two box sections met that the intended saw would go through thus cutting Nicola so her legs would remain intact, just not with the rest of her body.
As her pointy long heeled shoe covered feet twitched on the table end, just beyond where the glass structure covered her, the assistants finished restraining the rest of her lower body, locking both box covers to the table, as the Nicola watched, a concerned look upon in her eyes which the camera caught as she was snugly binder her to the boxed table.
Nicola tried to lift up the upper box, but her arms despite been outside of the structure were restricted with what movement they could make and would still not have been powerful enough to budge the box covers, much like her long legs, which she could barely lift, but even then they just merely pressed against the inside lid.
“I think the fidgety Nicola needs to be restrained further.” Hector informed the Installusions team.
With that two of the assistants handed their leader metallic box end stocks to secure the open ends of the table. Taking the section which had two rounded holes Hector began to slide the stock over the bottom of the table while Chanette grabbed hold of Nicola’s shoe covered feet, positioning her leather wrapped ankles in the correct position so that the rounded grooves of the stock went over them. Chanette latched the slotted ankle restraint to the glass box on either side, ensuring Nicola couldn’t pry it loose with her feet.
Meanwhile Hector has positioned himself at the other end of Nicola’s trapped body, with neck stock in hand he began to slide it over the top of the box as Nicola looked up at him with her big innocent, concerned eyes. With only one rounded groove on the stock – appropriately shaped to gently wrap itself over her neck, Hector pushed the neck stock all the way across the top of the box, trapping Nicola’s head in the process. He latched each side to the glass box, completing the process of restraining her completely.
“Now there is no way for Nicola to free herself.” Hector announced to the camera, which quickly turned towards the worried Nicola, her body from neck to ankles, heavily bound inside the glass framed box, with only her arms free at the side. “But we don’t want to free Nicola, especially when we can saw her in half.”
The assistant who had been clutching by their side the dirty looking and used chainsaw, limped towards Hector. The magician snatched the chainsaw from his side and held it aloft in the air. While her vision was slightly restricted on account of the box and now barely able to lift her head, Nicola could see Hector hold the chainsaw up high. It only made her body tremble more as it was clearly not a gimmicked magic prop but the real deal designed to cut through large tree trunks and not petite online bloggers.
“Careful about what you wish for in childhood.” Hector coldly stared into the camera, a reference to Nicola’s teenage list. “It may one day come true”
He then turned on the chainsaw, which made a thunderous roar, causing Nicola to almost jump out of her skin, which she may have succeeded in doing if not for the tight confines of the box she was trapped in.
The razor sharp blades of the loud chainsaw spun manically as Hector with an evil glassy eyed look held it outwards towards Nicola. He methodically stepped towards her, as she turned her head to look at the terrifying image, aware of what the chainsaw was intended to momentarily do to her poor body.
As it could be seen through the glass walls of the box, her body trembled, while the chainsaw was held above her bound waist. Nicola’s eyes bulged and her mouth gasped as Hector looked to line up the swirling metal saw to the lined gap of the two boxed lids, with the leather wrapped hips of her body directly below.
Nicolas fingers that were shaking on the table surface near the intended path of the chainsaw, wandered closer to her upper torso as Hector placed the ghastly power tool to the lid surface. He drove it through the gap as Nicola could feel the heat from the chainsaw over her body, her skintight leather leggings not helping matters no matter how good they looked on her. Soon the chainsaw would be causing Nicola more problems than hot thighs, as she grimaced turning away at the horror that it would be sawing her in half.
Hector drove the chainsaw deeper down. Nicola let out an ear splitting scream as she felt the spinning sharp teeth dig into her skin. She looked over in pained terror, unleashing a lower but still disturbing second scream as it was very evident she was getting sliced by the chainsaw. Her booted feet rocked up in down on the base of the table, outside the foot end of the box, her fingers wrapped up into a balled fist, while her bare arms tensed up. Nicola’s head shook side to side, her long locks flailing, as her expression suggested she wanted to unleash further screams but she couldn’t muster the sound, at least not one that wouldn’t be drowned out by the roar of the chainsaw which was mercilessly sawing her in half.
Hector ran the chainsaw back and forth through the middle of Nicola’s hips, relentless as the untrained assistant who he had only met minutes earlier was been cut into two pieces. As he looked on at curvy body he was destroying, he neglected to look towards her pained, face. Nicola leaned her head back, grimacing, with teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, as the chainsaw was now cutting through into the base of her lower back.
She let out a squeal, which was followed by a rumbling sound from the chainsaw as it met a harder resistance than her petite frame. The blades were scraping against the table surface beneath Nicola’s sawn body.
Hector began to lift the chainsaw up out of the cut within the sawn in half body of Nicola, as she gasped exhausted at what was happening to her, observing Hector lift the still swirling power tool up and out of her body. With the chainsaw reemerging out of the lid of the box, Hector turned it off, the spinning blades slowly grinding down to a silencing stop.
He stepped back from Nicola, who looked around to see Chanette step into his place at the middle of her laid out trapped body. She held in her two hands two shiny stainless steel blades, with metallic handled grips. She glanced down at the terrified Nicola with a smug look that in the bloggers language could be referred to as ‘resting bitch face.’ Chanette then aligned up the first blade between the two lids of the box, of which the chainsaw had previously gone through to destroy Nicola’s waist. She then pushed the blade down straight through Nicola’s body.
She let out a squeal as she felt Chanette go through her with the blade, as it slammed into the table surface. Nicola shouldn’t have been able to feel anything after her ordeal with the chainsaw, but she still felt the discomfort of the blade inside her. Chanette took the second blade, she slid it down through the lid of the box next to the first. It met a bit of resistance but she gave to a hard shove and it dropped down, slamming into the table surface.
Both blades were now completely through Nicola’s body, as Chanette stepped back and raised her arms out to the side, a signal to the pasty assistants, with one approaching the box trapped Nicola on either side, one near her worried head, the other at her booted, swaying feet. Each assistant leaned forward and reached underneath the table, one grabbed the table frame beneath her head, the other doing likewise underneath Nicola’s feet.
They then each pulled on their table ends. I’m doing so Nicola’s beautiful body started to be pulled apart as a gap began to form between the previously touching steel blades that penetrated her divided body. Nicola gasped in shock as the camera caught her wide eyed, jaw dropped reaction as well as the sight of her body been pulled apart in two at the waist.
The two assistants took a few steps back, with one wheeling Nicola’s divided upper body from her worried head to belt line waist and the other pulling her leather clad sawn off legs and booted feet. They paused leaving a good few feet of space between the two halves of Nicola’s sawn and divided body.
The camera ensured it constantly got a good angle of the action, getting shots of both sections of the neatly thirty year old blogger in the same frame and also getting close ups of her two pieces, panning around without once pausing the footage as everything unfolded live. It filmed her kicking shoes, acting hysterical at been detached from their upper body, it caught Nicola’s free hands stretch out and reach round to touch the back of the smooth surface of the steel blade at where her lower hips should be, but were now no longer there.
“Oh my god I’m really sawn in half half, Jesus.” Nicola anxiously gasped, feeling where her lower body should be as she tried to look around to see her legs. “Oh god, you actually did it, oh Jesus Christ.”
“Jesus and no god can help you now Nicola.” Hector chillingly told Nicola as he leaned into her worried face.
He then grabbed hold of the upper body table which contained Nicola’s box trapped upper body and swiftly spun it around at 90 degrees, while on the opposite side of the stage the assistant at her feet spun the leg box around, also at 90 degrees so that it was now both halves of Nicola’s body were lengthwise to each other.
Nicola turned her head sideways to get a sideways view of her detached lower body. She was astounded as her neck trapped head shook at what she saw, opposite her she could see her long leather leggings wearing lower body through the glass box, as her shoe booted feet flailed out the bottom of the box.
“Those are my legs, this is so freaky.” A flabbergasted Nicola mumbled, unable to take her wide eyes off her removed lower body.
Chanette with a mischievous smirk motioned towards Nicola’s elaborate shoes, that protruded out of the boxes ankle stock upon her wiggling feet. She reached over with her manicured nails and began to fiddle with the shoes buckles, as across from her Nicola’s detached upper body looked on.
“Hey what are you doing?” Nicola questioned watching Chanette unbuckle the shoes from her trapped feet.
“We don’t want people thinking these are fake feet.” Chanette responded as she began to remove the shoes.
“No just leave them on please, I’m funny about my feet.” Nicola pleaded as Chanette slipped off both of her shoes, leaving her feet bare as they protruded out of the box end.
Despite having agreed to be locked in a box and getting sawn in half by chainsaw to be divided in two, Nicola was visibly more flustered and concerned about been bare footed than anything else that she’d endured over the last few hours. The blogger who had never posted any image of herself barefooted online was now peering over at her naked feet and wiggling toes as the camera filmed them shivering out the base end of the sawing box.
Hector then wheeled Nicola’s upper body closer towards her feet, so that her head was aligned with them. As he did the sawn in half blogger caught the mischievous look in Chanette’s eye as she leaned in towards Nicola’s exposed trapped feet.
“No don’t you dare!” Nicola panicked with wide eyed concern as Chanette’s finger tips were millimetres from the soles of her feet.
Chanette caressed the bare skin under Nicola’s feet with her fingers. Her toes began to shake, as her ankles bashed against their restraints. Chanette sped up her finger movement, tickling Nicola’s bare feet.
“No, no, don’t!” The bound Nicola pleaded, as she began to laugh, her sensitive feet unable to withstand the tickling.
Despise been sawn in half and not been connected to the rest of her body from hips below, Nicola could still feel Chanette mercilessly tickling her feet. She trapped legs shook in the box, her feet flailed trying to get away from the touch of fingers to feet and a couple of feet away her upper body trembled inside the tight confines of her box as she laughed uncontrollably, head shaking from side to side.
“Oh god please stop!” Nicola helplessly laughed, as she reached out from the open side of the box to try and stop it, but her closest arm even when outstretched was mere centimetres from been able to touch the leather material of her leggings with fingertips not nearly close enough to stop Chanette.
But her tickle torturer wasn’t quite ready to stop yet. Nicola continued to laugh breathlessly, unable to stop it and barely able to endure it. Chanette peered over at the divided upper body of her victim. She could tell that Nicola had had enough, as her body writhed within the restrictive sawing box. Chanette moved her fingers away from Nicola’s sensitive feet. The laughing stopped, but regaining her composure and bringing her heavy breathing down would take longer, as Nicola breathed heavily from the tickling torture.
“Well I feel we’ve established that not only are the feet real but they belong to Nicola here.” Hector stated the obvious as Chanette stepped away from the divided bloggers feet. “Nicola you can now tick off one of your accomplishments to achieve by thirty.”
“That’s great I guess. But I’d feel better about it once you put me back together.” Nicola trembled hoping that unlike all the videos she’d seen of Installusions she’d be the one sawn in half assistant who would be seen getting restored.
Hector, Chanette and the rest of the Installusions team looked across at each other, all with pondering faces as none answered Nicola.. Hector signalled them forward with a commanding wiggle of his finger, as the bemused Nicola watched on.
The strange, gothic group who had sawn the young blogger in half all approached each other and began to huddle around in a circle heads in. The camera filmed them, but could not hear what they were saying as the Installusions team began muttering amongst themselves so that no one else, including Nicola could hear them.
A concerned and anxious Nicola looked over, her head turned, trying to see from her restrictive vision from been trapped in the sawing box as to what was going on, or what they were intensely discussing, all the while out the bottom of the other sawing box her bare feet impatiently wiggled.
“Er hello, what are you talking about? Hello I’m still here, sawn in half, not able to go anywhere.” Nicola nervously questioned trying to grab the huddling groups attention as they continued to ignore her.
The camera made sure to catch the cute blogger eagerly trying to ears drop while still in two pieces, trapped in the boxes until Installusions concluded what to do with her. She looked on more perplexed and worried as the incoherent mumbling became louder and seemingly more louder, as there seemed to be some disagreement on what they should do next.
Eventually the huddle dispersed, as the members creeped off in different directions across the stage.
“We have decided Nicola that until next time we shall put you back together.” Hector unenthusiastically explained.
Two of the pale assistants each grabbed a tabled section of Nicola’s divided body, rather abruptly startling Nicola, before they started to spin her two halves around. A paranoid Nicola looked around, concerned they may be wheeling her two halves off stage, but instead she was been moved closer to her divided lower body as the assistants aligned up the blade ends to where she had been sawn in half.
The two sections of Nicola’s body were pushed together, as the blade sides pressed into each other. The creepy pale assistants clicked the table sections into place, so that neither part of her divided body rolled away from the other. Nicola who at this point had not only had blades through her body for several minutes, but had been trapped and locked in the tight confines of the box fidgeted, her feet swaying and hands outside of the box impatiently tapping on the sides.
Hector and Chanette moved to the middle of the box. They leaned forward and each wrapped a hand around one of the two steel blades that were pressed straight through Nicola’s body. Then simultaneously they swiftly pulled the two blades out of the box and the bloggers divided body.
Nicola moaned uncomfortably as she felt the blades leave her body, an unusual reaction which from her subsequent confused expression suggested she was surprised to feel a sudden pain from the blades finally leaving her body. She composed herself as Chanette moved towards her feet and Hector to her head.
Chanette unclipped the foot stock, but while she did her free hand sneaked over to the sole of Nicola’s foot. The camera caught her give a little tickle to the sole of Nicola’s foot, she giggled before Chanette pulled her hand away and continued with removing the ankle stock.
As the ankle stock was slid out of the box, freeing Nicola’s feet, Hector unclipped the sides to the neck stock, near her draped over hair, as she anxiously watched on. After doing so he lifted the stock straight out of the box, giving Nicola more moveability with her head.
The two pale assistants quickly descended to the locks to the glass box covers, which held Nicola captive. They proceeded to unlock the numerous shackled on both sides, moving swiftly in regards to their sometimes methodical movements. Eventually all locks were removed, now only the two confining glass box covers to remove.
As Hector and Chanette looked on a few steps back, the pale creepy assistants each took hold of a box cover and commenced with lifting them up, with Nicola lifting her arms up, as she had done earlier, to allow her upper limbs to come out of the side holes at the top box cover. While the boxes hadn’t been too restrictive in seeing Nicola’s body while inside them, due to the transparent glass windows, this would be the first time in several minutes her whole body would be seen in its entirety, possibly in one piece.
Nicola laid on the table with the sawing box covers removed looked amazing. Her long legs still looked sexy in her shiny skintight leather leggings, now barefooted at the end, while her slender torso in dark green vest looked as beautiful as before as she breathed heavily up and down, still anxious even though the worst was over.
Nicola lifted her head up and looked down at her body, everything looked to be normal and in its right order, without a worrying visual of a gory sliced waistline. Lifting her hands she swiftly began to rub down all over her waist, hips and the top and sides of her leather clad legs, checking frantically that she was indeed back in one piece.
The Installusion team all began to step back, silently to allow Nicola space to take in that she had survived been sawn in half and getting put back together unscathed. The previously divided blogger lifted up her lean, toned legs to check that they were still working.
With her legs back on the pleasantly bemused Nicola sat up on the table and turned her body around, sat upon the table, still in disbelief that she had survived the ordeal of been sawn in half and now again in one piece. She quickly stood up, expecting her legs to not support her upper body and fall apart as she looked down still examining her body with her inspecting hands as they touched around her legs and waist.
“Wow you did it, I’m back together, this is so unreal I can’t believe it.” Nicola in ecstatic relief smiled. “Thank you so much.”
Nicola then looked around to thank the Installusions team, but found that other than the camera operators the stage was almost empty. Chanette and the silent pale assistants had disappeared, while just beyond the lighted section of the stage in the far shadows she could just about make out Hector at the far back of the stage in the shadows.
“As I mentioned Nicola until next time we’ve put you back together.” He ominously spoke as he seemingly floated backwards further into the shadows.
After Installusions had all sneaked away, Natalie looked around on the stage, empty of everything but the sawing props, somewhat perplexed by the magic groups unannounced exit.
The video then cut to several minutes later of Nicola stood back in the lobby next to the Installusions poster and wearing her matching leather jacket.
“Well that was a weird way for Installusions to say goodbye.” She declared with a relaxed smile. “Not sure what that was all about. But the most important thing is I’m in one piece.”
The camera backed out as the beautiful Nicola, once again in her high heeled shoes posed to show her frame undivided.
“So with one week to go I can cross off getting sawn in half by a magician on my list of things to by thirty.” Nicola smiled. “Still a lot of other things on that list I’d have much rather done, but hope you all liked watching the video and leave your comments below, just don’t ask me to do it again. Until my next blog this has been Nicola Callow from NC Couture saying thank you and goodbye.”