"Well Alyssa I can tell you're a bit eager to do this but I doubt you want to go all the way with it. It would mean going zero to sixty from a finger cut to... chopping off your arm..." You say nervously, ashamed that you would even think about subjecting your girlfriend to such an ordeal. "I doubt you even have a knife big enough to-"
And like that Alyssa pulled a large Machete out from under the counter you two are leaning on, slapping it down with a loud thump! "I don't have a what now?" She said with a smile.
"...Okay something's up. You seem way too eager to do this. Is there something I should know? Something, say, about any weird shit you might be in to-" you start to say a bit excitedly with the shock of what your girlfriend is willing to do. "Hold on." She starts to say with a pout "You wanted to do this in the first place! Okay you got me, the idea of being cut up excites me a little... But only because I trust your healing powers. And I trust you." She said with a smile, batting her eyelashes.
Not exactly put at ease by what she said, you grab a hold of the Machete and lift it up. "You're really sure about this Alyssa?" You ask one more time just to be safe. "Ugggghhh!" Alyssa moans in frustration, laying her arm flat on the table. "I am 100% sure about this sweetie if not why would have I pulled out that gigantic freaking machere!?" She whined.
"Well then." In one quick motion, eyes partially closed, you raise the machete high in to the air and bring it down on Alyssa's arm with all your strength. In one clean cut you sever Alyssa's forearm, an inch below her elbow, from the rest of her body. Blood, more than you were expecting, squirts from both her severed right arm and the fresh stump the arm used to be connected. You're in shock at just how it easy it was... how cleanly you cut through Alyssa's arm.
You take a moment to look up at your girlfriend's face. She's not screaming in pain or anything, just staring in absolute shock at her arm laying limp on the table, the steady flow of blood still squirting out from both ends of her new wound. "W-woah... did you just... is that my arm?" She stammers, mouth agap. "I... I don't even feel it. Why don't I..." She raises the stump that used to be her forearm. "O-oh... n-now I feel it. Ow ow oOOOWWW OWWW!" She screams as the initial shock wears off, clutching what was left of her arm in pain. "GAAHHH! IT HURTS! DO SOMETHING ALREADY!"
Quickly you leap in to action, grabbing your girlfriend's arm stump. "Stand still I'm trying to fix it! STAY! STILL!" You grab ahold of the stump, rubbing your hand over the wound amidst the flow of blood still pouring out of it. "Please work please work please work..." You say over and over. Like that, to your relief, your hand and your girlfriend's wound begin to glow bright. "Alyssa look it's working!" You say as skin starts wrap itself around the wound, a flat surface where an arm should be.
Alyssa, sweating nervously and laughing goes on "Heheheee! Hey look it is healing! A-and it doesn't even hurt anymore!" She feels her arm. "It feels so weird... Hey! Go get the rest of my arm and heal it! What do you think it'll do!"
Nervously you pick up the rest of Alyssa's arm, still bleeding and limp in your hands. "Heal it? Just like that?" you run your hand across the wound. To your surprise your hand and the arm begin to glow again. As the arm completely heals:
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