Maybe, I could do with a hand getting up, 'cause it's not easy to manoeuvre when your head is not on your shoulders."� confessed Karen. “I was going to drape my clothes over the guillotine, but I think I'm going to need some help."�
Ian got up and assisted Karen to the guillotine, where she finished unbuttoning her blouse and shrugged it off her empty shoulders. Her upper body was now exposed except for her bosom which was restrained under a plain white bra. Once the blouse was draped over the stock of the guillotine, she turned her attention to the waistband of her skirt, which soon pooled around her feet. Stepping backwards out of the skirt and started to lean down to pick it up, but immediately thought better of it, so she said, "Would you mind picking my skirt up, 'cause I don't want to fall over again, today."�
Ian stooped and retrieved the skirt, which placed on top of her blouse. "You will also need to take of your shoes, OK?"�
Karen put out her right hand and took a hold of the upright, then she raised her left foot behind her and used her left hand to remove the shoe. After a small change of balance she repeated the operation to remove her right shoe. Following the removal of her shoes she appeared to be about two and a half inches shorter.
Ian put out his hand and Karen took it and allowed herself to be guided to the light spiker cabinet.
"If you'd wait there I've still got a few checks to do. By the way, how are you feeling about being partially undressed?"�
"Well, erm, it wasn't preying on my mind, but I don't know what I'd be like in front of an audience. I think I'm OK because I trust you, despite knowing you for only a few minutes and the fact you cut my head off."�
It took Ian a couple of minutes to check this apparatus, then he said, "If you wouldn't mind squeezing side ways between the two plates, we can do this."�
From the vantage point of her head, Karen could see that she was being asked to slip between an upright steel plate with a lot of one and a half inch holes and a parallel Perspex panel with corresponding holes. Behind the steel plate was a rack of spikes made of long light-bulbs and a lever mechanism to push them forward. Karen squeezed her body between the two plates. At this point Ian had finished his apparatus checks and came round the front to check Karen's position. After a few comments of "left a bit"� and "right a tad"�, She was positioned to his satisfaction. "Just hold that position, please, while I get this trick under way."�
As Ian went round the back of the machine, Karen noticed that all but a few of the holes lined up with her body. "Hold Still Karen, you might find this a bit hot, but you will come to no harm, I promise."�
He started the mechanism and came round the front to watch with Karen while her body was impaled on several dozen light bulbs.
After the initial jolt as the device was activated, Karen strained to sense what would happen next. She could feel the vibration of a motor turning, but seemed no clue as to when she would feel anything happen to her.
Meanwhile, Ian picked up another plate, again with corresponding holes, and mounted on the front of the clear panel.