Madeimoselle du Siteaum meets madame Guillotine

I am accused to have conspired against the government. It is a false accusation but I have been condemned to death. Tomorrow I will be beheaded by guillotine in front of a large crowd, in order to serve as example for all. The next morning it is time to go. I wear my best dress because I want to die with honour and elegance.
Now I am approaching the execution place. All the square is full of people, and after all I like this fact. The guards escorts me to the guillotine: this deadly machine stands behind me, with all its power. For a moment I watch the cold oblique blade above me, sinisterly shining in the sun. That blade will truncate my head in next few minutes. At this thought a thrill shakes my body but I must be brave, I do not want to appear faint. The guards take me in front of the guillotine and rapidly secure me to the bascule with the belts. For a moment I try to protest with the guards, asking them to take care, to not damage my beautiful dress and my lovely black boots with the securing belts, but I immediately realize that this is a very silly tought, especially when you lay on a guillotine ready to be beheaded!
In few seconds the bascule is pushed forward, I must lift my chin in order to accomodate my head on the lunette. The executioner locks the lunette. Now I am trapped, I cannot escape anymore. I am looking directly in the basket where my head would land soon. The executioner approaches to the machine, I cannot see him but I feel his presence near to me. Then I hear a small sound, like that of a door unlocked, but this it is not a door... it is something more deadly. A deaf rumble comes to my ears,it is the heavy blade falling towards my neck! Istintively I try to retry my head but I am completely blocked, I cannot move it. Suddenly I feel an extreme intense pain, it is the blade cutting my head. I try to leave with all my forces but invain. I tightly close my eyes and clench my teeths for the pain. In a flash I am beheaded. My head, exactly severed under my chin lands in the basket perfectly straight. I am totally shocked. But now something grabs my hairs. I open my eyes only to realize that I have been just decapitated. The executioner holds my severed head, showing it to all the crowd. 
So the end comes..