Lygia recognized that the one in the middle of the room where she was taken was a chopping block. As she found out that she would get beheading execution, her heart sank into peace. Lygia walked smoothly toward the block.

The executioner undressed Lygia totally, and turned her straight stretched white arms behind and bound together two of her cute wrists. And, he made her kneel down behind the block. She bent down her slim naked upper body to put her delicate white neck on the chopping block. Her slim and pretty calves and cute feet was exposed on the floor, and the curve of the ample hips was beautiful. Under the back, her glamourous breasts was dangled.

Lygia said to the executioner. "Could you cut my neck in one blow? I want to go to heaven quickly." And she said goodbye to her beloved in her heart. 'Vinicius! I die now. But please don't be so sad. I go to heaven now, and we'll meet again in heaven.'

The executioner raised the axe high and then hit Lygia's neck straight down. Whether he got such a request or not, the work of cutting a long, slender, tender, jade-white neck of a very beautiful young woman like Lygia was enough to be done by a single blow of a well-sharpened axe. Lygia was decapitated but didn't scream at all. Her decapitated head fell into the basket under the block. Her slim naked body whose beautiful head was cut off collapsed under the other side of the block with a thud.

One man with a tray and two men with a stretcher came in. The executioner took Lygia's decapitated head out of the basket and put it on a tray. As soon as he put her head on a tray, the tray quickly became full of her blood. Those carrying stretchers grabbed shoulders and legs of her slim headless naked body spouting blood, and laid her body on the stretcher.

A tray containing Lygia's head headed for the banquet hall at which Emperor Nero and Empress Poppaea waited for the results of their requests and orders. The tray that arrived at the banquet hall was handed over to the emperor, and the emperor said, giving the tray to the empress. "Poppaea, this is what I promised to give you. This head is the decapitated head of Lygia who killed your daughter by her curse." After receiving the tray, the empress thanked to the emperor and handed the tray over to her maid, ordered her to wash her head clean and dry and bring it in her room.

At the same time, Lygia's headless naked body was on a stretcher heading for the dump. After arriving at the entrance to the dump, they put down the stretcher, picked up the shoulders and legs of the body again, and threw it into the dump. Her headless naked body dropped on its side, so it fell over once more. The cute pink nipples of Lygia's slim headless corpse faced black sky. The hands were still tied back. It was not very far from the entrance.

Not long after they threw Lygia's body into the dump and disappeared, other people came to the dump with another stretcher. They wandered around the entrance of garbage dump. Fortunately what they were looking for was not far from the entrance. They took Lygia's headless naked corpse out of the dump, put it on a stretcher they had brought, and ran quickly. The stretcher arrived at the house of Vinicius. The servants who brought her body took it to the bathroom.

A servant told Vinicius, who was burning his heart on the living room, to come and enter the room. As he entered the room, an object of human size, placed in the middle of the room with a white cloth on the table, came into his eyes. Vinicius removed the cloth. It was Lygia's body that was covered with the cloth. Her naked body was washed clean in the bathroom, and her bound hands loosened and lay neatly on both sides.

Vinicius started at the feet and glanced at Lygia's body step by step. It was her jade-white nakedness that he had never seen as she lived. Like her beautiful face, which made him fall in love with at first sight, her slim nudity was also beautiful in every corner. Even the slight ligature marks on both wrists looked pretty.

But when his gaze continued to rise and finally reached her shoulder, above the shoulders, where Lygia's lovely face should had been, was just empty. Instead, after her slender neck was cut, only the remaining half of her jade-white delicate neck remained above her shoulders.

Vinicius' hand meticulously stroked Lygia's neck-cut stump. The cutting plane was flat. Vinicius thanked to the executioner who decapitated Lygia.

"Ah! He thankfully cut my lover's neck at a single blow. He is surely a skillful executioner, and he surely always sharpens his axe well. My dear Lygia was decapitated by a single blow, so she must have felt pain very short and died. She must have gone to heaven quickly because her neck would have been cut by a single blow. Oh, thanks, thanks. Thankful executioner. Thanks for cutting the neck of my beloved by just a single blow," continued Vinicius. The words gradually mingled with weeping.

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Poppaea was gazing at Lygia's decapitated head on her desk waiting for the maid to bring along the boxes of perfumed oil. A look on empress' face came up with a wondered look, and, she approached the corner of the room, opened the secret door, took out a box and brought it to her desk. When the empress opened the box, there was a smell of perfumed oil in it, but there was another slightly strange smell mixed in. The empress took out the contents of the box and placed it side by side with Lygia's head. The contents were a woman's decapitated head.

The decapitated head was the head of the former empress Octavia. Just as she asked Nero to give her the decapitated head of Lygia this day, Poppaea asked Nero for the decapitated head of his predecessor, Octavia, in three years ago. Just as Nero sent the executioner to prison and behead Lygia and gave her head to the empress this day, then he sent the executioner to the house where Octavia had been shut up, and behead her and gave her head to the empress. The empress put her head in a box of perfumed oil and kept it in a secret space in her room. The box of perfumed oil which empress was waiting was also intended to keep Lygia's head in it.

The empress glanced again at the faces of Octavia and Lygia, which put side by side. Both faces were the faces of the dead and already turned pale, but still beautiful. Not like other decapitated faces, the facial expressions were very calm. Only a slight frown on their foreheads was the only traces of pain they would have felt when their necks were cut. The Queen's thoughts deepened once again. How could be her face so calm even though her neck had been cut? It was the question provoked her whenever she took Octavia's head out of a box of perfumes and looked at it. Now there was one more head that provoked such a question.

But looking further at the two faces, Poppaea came to think differently about Lygia's face. Obviously both faces were calm, but Octavia's decapitated face was just calm. On the other hand, Lygia's decapitated face was also calm, but surprisingly, it even had a gentle smile on it. Her face was even slightly but clearly a happy face, beyond the equanimity of facing beheading execution.

When the Empress thoughts reached so far, the lady taking the boxes of perfumed oil knocked at the her door. The empress went to the door, took the box, closed the door, and put it on her desk. And then again he stared at Lygia's decapitated face. Not too short a time later, the empress put the two women's decapitated heads in each of the perfumed oil boxes and kept them in a secret place.

The next day, a box was delivered in secret with a letter to the house of Vinicius, who was about to bury Lygia's headless corpse. This was what the letter said. "What's in this box must go back to its owner."

He opened the box. There was a smelt of perfumed oil in the box, but there was a little bit of smelt of blood in it. Unexpectedly, it contained Lygia's decapitated head. Vinicius, with a look of mixed joy and sorrow, took Lygia's head out of the box. He stroked her decapitated head and gave free vent to his tears. But when Vinicius he found Rygia's smile, that made him make smile on his face full of tears. Her body, which her head was sewn on her neck-cut stump, was buried in the secret catacomb of Christians.