“Those-those-those can’t be my feet” she stammered, struggling to come to terms with the pair of pretty little feet gently waving beside the torso they were supposed to be attached to. She frantically tried to deny it was real, but she recognised the small bracelet resting just above the shackle on her right ankle. Gemma consciously swayed her feet from side to side and saw the legs beside her mirror the movement. She was completely stunned. How am I still alive? He just cut me in half! Her shock was interrupted however by the magician announcing to the audience that he would demonstrate that she was truly in half. Without warning he pulled the chain linking Gemma’s feet together and began tickling the soft soles of her feet mercilessly. “No No No st- st-stop it hehehehehe I’m ahaha rea-lly- hehehe tic-tick-ticklish! Ple-plea-please sto-o-p hehehehe!” It seemed to go on forever to her, his fingers dancing over her extremely ticklish feet while she desperately struggled to break away from her bonds but to no avail. She writhed under the brackets holding down her halves, her breath coming in sharp rasps as he continued the seemingly endless torture upon her. Finally as her soles became pink from the assault the magician relented gently chuckling to himself, before raking his fingers down her left foot one last time provoking another small giggle from the restrained girl in front of him.
“Okay I’ve had my fun let’s get you put back together Gemma.” She let out a sigh of relief that her ordeal was finally coming to an end. She felt the breeze as her halves were quickly whisked back together causing her to become whole again. The magician slowly unlocked each of the shackles binding Gemma’s hands and feet to the sawing table before unclipping the middle bracket and releasing her from the trick. “Ladies and gentlemen let’s have a big hand for Gemma!” The audience burst into rapturous applause for the magician and the girl climbing awkwardly down from the table.
“How did you do that?” Gemma whispered into the magician’s ear.
“A magician never reveals his secrets, here’s my number, , call me and find out” he replied with a wink as he watched her gingerly pad back to her seat barefoot , not daring to put her heels back on her tender feet. The magician smiled to himself and knew that he’d be seeing this one again. Quite soon.