You decide to approach the guillotine. The headless operator spots you and holds her hand up as if signalling the next person to get beheaded. As you walk up she points you to a small sign that reads off some general disclaimers, stuff like if you leave your head after getting it cut off, it would belong to the operator. I don't need to worry about that, I'll make sure to grab it you think, disregarding the sign as you walk over and lay down on the bench. The operator opens the stocks for you as you lay down in them. She closes them all without a word as you hear the murmurs of the crowd watching the spectacle.
You lay facing up, able to see the blade hovering above you, waiting to lop your head off. You watch the headless woman walk around, inspecting everything and putting on a show for the audience. You wonder if she's the sole owner and operator of this, or if there are more, also how many heads has she liberated from their bodies? What happened to the heads who were left?
You try to clear your thoughts as they race through your mind and focus on the moment at hand. You could feel your jeans tighten as you prepared to be decapitated. Something about the thought of your head rolling off excited you oddly enough.
"Ready" you say to the woman who then starts a count down from three on her fingers.
3...
2...
1...
She closes her fist and releases the blade. Time slows down almost as you watch the blade fall, moving down to your neck. You feel the cool steel enter your neck as it starts to reach the bottom. Its hard to describe the sensation as the blade moves through, separating your head from your body. You slowly lose feeling in your body as the blade passes through, cutting without difficulty. What seemed like a long process finishes in a split second as you find yourself fully cut off from your body, nothing more now than a head as you land onto the ground and roll across the makeshift stage. You hear cheering and clapping for another head cut off.
You see everyone in the crowd, from your spot on the floor, out of the corner of your eye you see your own headless body rise up from the bench. You thought maybe you'd still control it, but you find yourself just a bodiless head as your body moves on its own.
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