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For the third time in two days, Amy dashed into her spare room. She locked the door. Clothing flew across the floor. In seconds, she was in the nude holding her Sonic Knife. It was all she could think about at work; how great it felt to use her own mouth on herself. She bent over the table and positioned the Knife on the back of her neck. She thought she was using the same setting she used twice the day before and slammed the knife through her neck in a single hard stroke.

Amy quickly realized this time was different. The force of her slash had turned her side-laying head towards her body. She watched as her headless body staggered backward and dropped the Sonic Knife. She could only look on as her body squirmed in place and twitched her curled fingers. Whatever setting she had used this time had cut the conscious connection between her head and body. Amy wondered if she would remember what it was like to be headless when her body reattached her. This daydreaming was forgotten in seconds.

Headless Amy tried to step forward with her arms in front of her. She tripped immediately. Her stomach landed on the edge of the table. Her outstretched arms shoved her severed head, sending it tumbling off the far side and rolling unseen to the wall. She slapped and struck the tabletop in frustration.

Amy slowly opened her eyes. She was staring straight up. She heard her decapitated self making a cacophony of noise, but couldn’t see her. It sounded like she was crawling across the carpet somewhere.

Her headless self was annoyed. How did she manage to lose track of her head so fast? She had to find it so she could…could finally…

She stopped searching. Her hand was an inch from her own face. She leaned back and planted her hands on the ground. She had no idea how confused her head was to be so close and yet so damn far away.

Sure, Amy *could* grab her head somewhere around here and use that like a toy on her lower lips, like she had planned…but she wasn’t just beheaded. She was headless. It stirred something in her she hadn’t considered before. Headless. She sat on her on legs and twiddled her fingers across the top of her neck stump. She shivered. She didn’t want her head right now. She wanted to pursue this fantasy of not having a head at all.

Amy watched in shock as her body struggled to stand. She watched her other self wobble and stumble backwards into a wall. She shuffled out of her sight. She heard the lock on the room door unlatch and the creak of the door swinging open…

…and the sound of that door slamming shut. In the span of what felt like three minutes, her body had abandoned her. She was back to wondering if she would remember what she did when she was headless when her body put her back on her neck stump.

Amy wondered when that would happen.

Headless Amy wondered if she was better off without that dumb thing on her neck.

Description
For the third time in two days, Amy dashed into her spare room. She locked the door. Clothing flew across the floor. In seconds, she was in the nude holding her Sonic Knife. It was all she could think about at work; how great it felt to use her own mouth on herself. She bent over the table and positioned the Knife on the back of her neck. She thought she was using the same setting she used twice the day before and slammed the knife through her neck in a single hard stroke.

Amy quickly realized this time was different. The force of her slash had turned her side-laying head towards her body. She watched as her headless body staggered backward and dropped the Sonic Knife. She could only look on as her body squirmed in place and twitched her curled fingers. Whatever setting she had used this time had cut the conscious connection between her head and body. Amy wondered if she would remember what it was like to be headless when her body reattached her. This daydreaming was forgotten in seconds.

Headless Amy tried to step forward with her arms in front of her. She tripped immediately. Her stomach landed on the edge of the table. Her outstretched arms shoved her severed head, sending it tumbling off the far side and rolling unseen to the wall. She slapped and struck the tabletop in frustration.

Amy slowly opened her eyes. She was staring straight up. She heard her decapitated self making a cacophony of noise, but couldn’t see her. It sounded like she was crawling across the carpet somewhere.

Her headless self was annoyed. How did she manage to lose track of her head so fast? She had to find it so she could…could finally…

She stopped searching. Her hand was an inch from her own face. She leaned back and planted her hands on the ground. She had no idea how confused her head was to be so close and yet so damn far away.

Sure, Amy *could* grab her head somewhere around here and use that like a toy on her lower lips, like she had planned…but she wasn’t just beheaded. She was headless. It stirred something in her she hadn’t considered before. Headless. She sat on her on legs and twiddled her fingers across the top of her neck stump. She shivered. She didn’t want her head right now. She wanted to pursue this fantasy of not having a head at all.

Amy watched in shock as her body struggled to stand. She watched her other self wobble and stumble backwards into a wall. She shuffled out of her sight. She heard the lock on the room door unlatch and the creak of the door swinging open…

…and the sound of that door slamming shut. In the span of what felt like three minutes, her body had abandoned her. She was back to wondering if she would remember what she did when she was headless when her body put her back on her neck stump.

Amy wondered when that would happen.

Headless Amy wondered if she was better off without that dumb thing on her neck.