Scenario:写一篇小说,女战士顾琳被女特务曲冰冰抓住,带到刑讯室遭到各种刑罚拷问,扒光裤子捆在刑椅上用藤条抽屁股,顾琳疼的死去活来屁股乱抖;跪在地上用拶子拶指,拶昏了泼醒再拶;扒光衣服绑在刑架上用藤条抽脚心,娇嫩的脚心布满鞭痕,疼的顾琳死去活来,硬毛刷刷脚心,刷到鞭痕更难熬,拶子拶脚趾,顾琳大叫"老娘受不了。";大字型捆绑,叉开两条丰满浑圆的美腿,用细毛刷刷阴蒂,高潮好几次,阴精喷涌。但是顾琳坚强的熬刑抵死不招。
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写一篇小说,女战士顾琳被女特务曲冰冰抓住,带到刑讯室遭到各种刑罚拷问,扒光裤子捆在刑椅上用藤条抽屁股,顾琳疼的死去活来屁股乱抖;跪在地上用拶子拶指,拶昏了泼醒再拶;扒光衣服绑在刑架上用藤条抽脚心,娇嫩的脚心布满鞭痕,疼的顾琳死去活来,硬毛刷刷脚心,刷到鞭痕更难熬,拶子拶脚趾,顾琳大叫"老娘受不了。";大字型捆绑,叉开两条丰满浑圆的美腿,用细毛刷刷阴蒂,高潮好几次,阴精喷涌。但是顾琳坚强的熬刑抵死不招。
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I was supposed to die.
I did, for a few seconds at least.
But I didn't hear any angels singing or feel any bright light.
Instead, I felt like I was in a dark tunnel, alone and scared.
The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital and my life had changed in ways I never could have imagined.
One of those ways was discovering that I could sing.
Before, I would have been too scared to even try.
I always loved music, but the thought of doing anything in front of people—especially something as daunting as singing—made me want to vomit.
But after coming back from the dead, I figured what was a little nausea compared to that?
Plus, what did I have to lose?
I was already selfconscious about how I looked and sounded when I spoke.
Maybe it would be better if I sang instead.
It turned out that I wasn’t half bad.
I started watching videos online and trying different exercises.
I bought a book about proper breathing and posture.
I practiced in the shower every morning and before bed at night.
Sometimes, late at night when my room was dark and no one could see me, I would turn on a flashlight and practice in front of the mirror.
When it came time to buy new clothes after losing weight, I made sure they were comfortable and allowed me to move freely.