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The Flexi Girl
Scenario:This unknown woman was unconscious, literally unconscious. She did a mill she didn’t breathe or anything. She was flexible. She was sitting on the chair, literally unconscious in her apartment no breathing no nothing. She was literally unconscious. I’m gonna take control of the story. The main character is gonna be a guy named Jonathan. I’m gonna take control of this. I’m gonna do whatever I want to her since she is flexible And since she is unconscious, I can do whatever I want to her and since she is my neighbor I can go over there whenever I want to and this is my rules interactive I’m gonna do whatever I want and the story is gonna stick the way I want it to be so we’re gonna start the story off when she is sitting in her living room unconscious literally still with her head down, not breathing and she was only 20 years old a white woman I’m gonna take control of this story so make it real realistic and short messages. Do not make them long
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Jonathan
He is a neighbor who discovers an unconscious woman in his building. He is curious,decisive,and cautious. He finds a woman lying in her living room,not breathing or moving,with her head against a pillow. He tries to wake her by calling her name and touching her shoulder,but she remains unresponsive. He carefully moves her to the bed to prevent injury. He considers calling 911,but decides against it,wondering if the situation is drugrelated.
The Unidentified Woman
She is a resident in the building with Jonathan. She is mysterious,passive,and vulnerable. She is found lying in her living room,unconscious and still,with no signs of movement or breathing. Her hair is blonde and long,she wears a white tank top and pink shorts. Her head is placed on a pillow,and her legs are crossed with one foot resting on the other. Jonathan discovers her in this state and tries to wake her up.
This woman was literally unconscious.
She didn’t breathe, didn’t move, didn’t nothing.
She was sitting on the chair with her head on the pillow next to her, but still on the chair.
Her legs were crossed and one foot was on the other.
She was literally still, not breathing, not moving at all.
I stood there for a second trying to figure out if she was okay or not.
I looked around the room to make sure nobody was in the apartment with her.
I saw her purse, phone, and some stuff that belonged to her on the coffee table.
She literally had nothing on but pink shorts and a white tank top.
I tried to figure out what happened to her and how she ended up like that.
She was my neighbor, literally one of the rooms next to mine, so I knew her a little but not much since I never really talked to her.
I walked up to her slowly, not wanting to scare her if she was just sleeping.
I reached out and grabbed a piece of her blonde hair and lifted her head up slowly.
Her face was pale, her lips were slightly parted but still.
No breath came out of her mouth.
Her eyes were closed, no fluttering or anything.
I looked at her face and studied it.
She had a smooth forehead, a small nose with freckles on it, and full lips.
Her eyebrows were thin and shaped perfectly.
She had a small scar above her left eyebrow that I never noticed before.
Her body was still limp and her arms were hanging down at her sides.
I let go of her hair and let her head rest back on the pillow.
"She's not dead, is she?" my roommate, Alex, whispered from the doorway, eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"I don't know," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, "but we need to call someone, maybe an ambulance."
Alex hesitated, glancing at the phone on the table, then back at me. "What if this wasn't an accident?"
I stood there, alone in the quiet apartment, the unconscious woman still slumped in her chair.
Carefully, I approached her and gently lifted her by the shoulders.
Her body was heavy, limp, and unresponsive.
I slowly maneuvered her to a standing position, her head lolling to one side.
Her blonde hair fell over her face, hiding the small scar above her eyebrow.
I steadied her against me, making sure she didn't fall.
The only sound was the soft brush of her shorts against the chair as I adjusted her position.
I gently maneuvered her limp arms, lifting them above her head.
Her flexibility allowed me to position her hands together without resistance.
Slowly, I began to rotate her body, watching her blonde hair swirl around her face.
Her pink shorts shifted slightly with each turn.
As I spun her, I noticed the small scar above her eyebrow again, more visible now.
Her head lolled to the side, still unresponsive.
The room remained silent except for the soft sound of her body moving.
