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MidReal Story
Redheaded Amazon
Scenario:Write a story about a 28 year old woman named Ellie. Who attends a euthanasia appointment to end her life via lethal injection.
Ellie has red hair with glasses and has a chunky and curvy figure.
Ellie has nothing wrong with her inherently and is in a good place and feels like now in a good time to end her ‘story and is aroused over the concept of ending her life.
Her doctor Dr. Powell a 45 year old brunette woman. Consults Ellie on the procedure and what she can expect. The doctor recomendends that she take a dose that will kill her slowly but painlessly over a 60 minute period. To help her embrace her death peacefully.
Ellie agrees to this and decides to go out on her death bed in a her birthday suit and ‘Jill’s off’ during the process.
Have the plot as long and detailed as possible in Ellie’s perspective and include dialogue and Ellie’s thoughts and feelings throughout the story.
Create my version of this story
Ellie
She is a 28yearold woman seeking to end her life due to existential reasons. She is curious, introspective, and contemplative. Ellie visits Dr. Powell for a euthanasia procedure, fascinated by the concept of death and the lethal injection process. She finds herself attracted to the doctor, who is older and experienced. Despite having nothing fundamentally wrong in her life, Ellie chooses to end her life to embrace freedom and mortality.
Dr. Powell
She is a 45yearold doctor specializing in euthanasia. She is professional, compassionate, and authoritative. Dr. Powell explains the procedure to Ellie, putting her at ease with her calm demeanor and clear instructions. Her maturity and experience reassure Ellie. Dr. Powell advises against a fastacting dose, wanting Ellie to experience death peacefully. The attraction between doctor and patient is subtle but palpable, as Ellie finds solace in Dr. Powell’s calm nature.
I was a little nervous as I sat in the waiting room.
I had filled out all of the paperwork, and now it was just a matter of meeting with the doctor to confirm my appointment.
I didn’t have any diseases that were killing me, or anything like that.
I was in a good place, and I didn’t want to continue living.
My reasons were my own, and I didn’t need to justify them to anyone.
I just knew that I wanted to die.
Death fascinated me.
It was the one thing that we all had in common, no matter how different our lives were.
I wanted to know what it was like, and I wanted to be free from this body.
I knew it sounded strange, but I could never quite explain it.
Death turned me on, and now I was going to get to experience it firsthand.
The door opened and a brunette woman in her mid-40s walked out.
She had a kind smile on her face as she looked at me.
"Ms. Ellie, are you ready?"
I nodded as I stood up, smoothing out my skirt.
It was a little above the knee, but loose-fitting enough that it was comfortable for my chunky and curvy figure.
I stood up slowly, my heart fluttering in my chest.
My eyes met the doctor’s, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled.
The fabric of my skirt rustled against my thighs as I took slow, measured steps across the cold tile floor.
My glasses slipped down my nose slightly, and I pushed them back up with trembling fingers.
The distance between us seemed to stretch on forever, each step bringing me closer to the doctor and to the fate that I had chosen for myself.
The click of my shoes echoed in the quiet waiting room.
Other patients glanced up briefly, their eyes flicking over me before returning to their magazines.
I noticed the way the doctor’s hand rested on the door handle, her wedding ring glinting in the fluorescent light overhead.
"Ellie," the doctor began softly, "have you considered what this decision truly means for you?"
I hesitated, then replied, "I have, but it's the only way I feel I can find peace."
She nodded, her voice gentle yet firm, "Peace is important, but have you explored every path to find it?"
The consultation room was small but welcoming, with soft beige walls and a mahogany desk that dominated the center of the space.
The doctor’s chair was a sturdy leather affair, while I settled into a plush armchair across from her.
The scent of her perfume wafted towards me, subtle and floral, like the first hints of spring in a garden.
She slid my paperwork onto the desk, her fingers moving with a quiet efficiency as she began to review the forms I had filled out.
Her glasses perched on the end of her nose, giving her an air of studiousness that was both reassuring and intimidating.
As she read through the pages, her manicured fingers traced each line with a precision that was almost soothing.
But when she reached the section where I had listed my reasons for seeking euthanasia, her pace slowed.
She looked up at me through the wire-rimmed lenses of her glasses, her eyes narrowing slightly as she read aloud from the page in front of her.
"Existential fulfillment through death," she murmured, her voice neutral but tinged with a hint of curiosity. I gripped the armrests of my chair tighter, bracing myself for whatever questions might follow.
I knew that my reasons for wanting to die were unconventional, to say the least, and I steeled myself for the inevitable debate that would ensue.
But instead of challenging me or asking probing questions, the doctor simply nodded thoughtfully and continued reading through my paperwork.
The silence between us stretched on, punctuated only by the steady tick-tock of the clock on the wall behind me.
Finally, she looked up again and asked, "Ellie, have you ever felt this way before, or is this a recent development?"
I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. "It's been there for as long as I can remember, like a shadow I can't shake."
The doctor leaned forward slightly, her expression one of genuine concern. "And have you talked to anyone else about these feelings, perhaps someone close to you?"
