Kristen Meets the Blade 2

Chardonnay took her victim's hand, and led her to the guillotine. "Kristen, I want you to imagine you're about to get a massage, so lie down on this table." The girl complied, and Chardonnay lowered the stocks around her neck.

"Excellent. Now imagine your muscles are hard and stiff. So hard and stiff."
Kristen moaned a bit, "That's sore."
"Yes, it's why you're getting a massage. Now imagine they're as stiff and hard as steel. Have you done that?"

Kristen, between clenched teeth, muttered, "Yes."

"Excellent." Chardonnay turned to the audience. "Now, she's ready to stop the blade. Are you ready to watch her?"

Several cries in the affirmative were shouted out from the audience, drowning out one or two noes.

"Great, then in three, two- Ha!" Chardonnay kicked the lever, sending the guillotine blade plunging downwards towards Kristen's exposed neck. There were some screams as the girl's head fell off onto the floor. Her body shuddered and spasmed, then went limp as blood dripped from behind the blade, which had blocked the worst of the spray.

Oh my! To be continued...?!