Instead of slicing herself in two like you did, she decides to use the guillotine the way it was originally designed for by putting her neck in and pulling the cord. You fix yourself, walk over, and pick up her head.
"This feels weird. I can still feel my body," she squeaks out. You look over and see her body pulling itself out of the stocks. "So what are we going to do about this," she adds, folder her arms from a distance.
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"Well, I could punish you for having this guillotine to begin with. Or if you do something for me, I just might overlook this."
"So what do you want, Mom?" you almost fear her answer.
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