The chainsaw now raised and moved to Katie's neck. Again, it found a groove in the slide and came down. Katie's torso slid quickly down the slide and was neatly bisected neatly into the box. The chainsaw now raised and returned to its safe position. The buzzsaw at the base also retracted back into the slide. Katie's head now hung at the top of the slide, supported only by the chained bondage bit. She blinked a few times and looked around, making sure the audience realized her head was alive and real. After a few seconds of this, she released her bite.
Katie's head slid fast down the slide. This was always the worst part, as it was incredibly disorienting and if her head started to roll, it could be incredibly painful as well. Luckily her head stayed flat, but it still built a lot of momentum and it hit her parts in the box with a soft thud.
Two male assistants now came on to stage and placed a lid over the box. They had to press down on the lid and squeeze its contents to get the lid to latch closed. Katie loved this part, being sealed in the box, unable to move as a tangled bunch of parts. The assistants lifted the box and carried it offstage to the roar of the crowd's cheering.
The assistants sat the box on a table in the lobby, opened it, and removed Katie's head. They tipped the box and dumped her out onto the table, leaving her bits piled however they landed. They found a stable spot on the pile to rest her head, nestling it in the gap between her nylon sheathed right leg and right thigh. Her left hand still clutched her breast.
Katie reveled as the crowd swarmed out of the theater and started to touch her. She had done this trick every night for the past three years, and she couldn't wait for tomorrow so she could do it again. She loved this life.