It takes a while to choose, but you finally figure out which of your many dismemberment related fantasies you'd like to live out first. Wanting to get the most out of it you say "Would you mind waiting here for a minute? I just want to set something up in the garage."
While curious Michelle still agrees, showing a degree of cooperation and trust you'd never before witnessed. "Er, alright. Is there anything you need me to do to help?"
"Just... arrive naked I guess. I don't want your clothes getting all messy. Also, if you could... well, I know this is going to sound stupid but could you wear that witch hat my sister got for Halloween? It's... I kind of..." You fail to find the words.
Luckily Michelle is able to pick up on your intent and laughs. "Want to do a bit of role playing?" She asks. "Alright, I'll leave you to set the stage while I get my 'costume' ready."
You swear, once you got the cash you were going to slap the biggest fattest diamond ring onto her finger and call her your Mrs. After thanking her profusely and promising to do whatever she wanted to do once your fantasy was fulfilled you sprint down to the garage with the longsword in hand. Setting the blade aside for a moment you scramble to set up your little scene, grabbing an old tarp and laying it over the ground so as not to stain the concrete. Next you found an old tree stump from a long forgotten gardening project and set it down in the middle of the tarp. You considered spreading some dirt around over the tarp for a more authentic 'woodsy' feeling but decided against it as it wouldn't be that pleasant once the actual sexings went down so you called your scene a day before calling down Michelle.
It seems Michelle had in fact figured out what you were plotting much more specifically than you had guessed as not only was she wearing the witch hat but she'd also gotten a length of rope from your parent's room (your dad being a rock climber in his spare time) and had loosely tied her wrists together. Putting on the best stern face you could manage given just how giddy you are you announce "Michelle, you stand accused of witchcraft, adultery, and the murder of this town's mayor. As such you are to be executed via beheading. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
She thought, smirked, and shrugged. "In my defense I had a hell of a good time doing all of it and I'd do it all again. I live with no regrets."
"Let's see if you will die with none. Kneel before the block." You command, pointing to the wooden log in the center of the room. Michelle complied, sauntering over with pep in her step before getting on her knees and placing her head sideways on the block, facing you. Raising your sword you ask "Any last words, she devil?"
"Three. Calvcid Fallhem!" She said, using her half remembered latin class to bastardize some vaguely mystical sounding words.
Continuing the act you quickly bring the blade down shouting "Die witch!" You watch as the blade cleaves effortlessly through the middle of her neck before slamming into the wooden block beneath. Blood pools under the blade as her head rolls to the floor and her body slumps back slightly, Michelle playing dead for a moment and allowing her tongue to droop out the side of her mouth. Reaching down and tossing the hat aside you take a big handful of hair you bring her head to eye level, your girlfriend wincing in pain as you rough handled her. "At last, the witch is slain."
Michelle continues to play possum for a little longer, either attempting to psych you out or just getting wrapped up in the role but soon enough her eyes snap open and she retracts her tongue. "I don't know, 'slain' is kind of a strong word. Personally I'd go with... 'shortened' instead."
"You still live?!" You say in mock surprise, stumbling back while holding her head at arm's length.
"Indeed, and while that little execution attempt did annoy me somewhat I'm not about to lose my head just yet." She said, her body standing up and easily undoing the knot around its wrists. "I mean, you were just following the priest's orders. Not to mention you are pretty cute. Look, I'll cut you a deal. If you show me a good time... an adultery kind of good time mind you... I'm willing to let you walk away from this. If you refuse, I'll put a curse on you and every other rotten villager in that town of yours!"
You smile, ready to get things started. "Is that all? Well I suppose there are worse fates. Alright, you have yourself a deal." With that you...
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