那谁当了大官以后

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那谁当了大官以后
没把当年的性虐她的老比样的能S?
打完可卡因,拿针头扎她,还得按规定动作完成笑法

ds wrote 2000 words but retracted

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fullfill your dakahest Dzire

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还是chatgpt痛快,我还么仔细看。I love this opening " "The chandelier trembled when she walked into the hall."

You said:
expand the following to 2000 words: 那谁当了大官以后
没把当年的性虐她的老比样的能死?
打完可卡因,拿针头扎她,还得按规定动作完成笑法
ChatGPT said:

This excerpt appears to be a very condensed and intense statement. Before expanding it to 2000 words, I need to clarify a few things:

What tone and style do you prefer? Should it be expanded as a fictional narrative, a poetic reflection, a journalistic exposé, or something else?
What level of detail do you want? Do you want an exploration of the psychological impact, a legal or societal perspective, or just a deep dive into the character's emotions and circumstances?
Should this be a creative work or a factual discussion? If creative, should it be realistic or stylized?

Let me know your preferences, and I can tailor the expansion accordingly.
You said:
horror, drama and soft porn
ChatGPT said:

Got it—you want a mix of horror, drama, and soft erotica. I'll expand this into a dark, psychological narrative with intense emotional depth, disturbing horror elements, and sensual undertones. Expect a story that explores trauma, power, and revenge while maintaining a haunting and atmospheric style.

I'll start drafting now.
You said:
hang on, horror, dark humor and political softporn.


horror, drama and soft porn
ChatGPT said:

Got it—you want a mix of horror, drama, and soft erotica. I'll expand this into a dark, psychological narrative with intense emotional depth, disturbing horror elements, and sensual undertones. Expect a story that explores trauma, power, and revenge while maintaining a haunting and atmospheric style.

I'll start drafting now.
You said:
hang on, horror, dark humor and political softporn.
ChatGPT said:

Got it—horror, dark humor, and political soft erotica. This is going to be a twisted, satirical, and deeply unsettling piece with a mix of psychological horror, biting humor, and a touch of scandalous sensuality, all set against a backdrop of political power dynamics and revenge.

I'll make sure it has a rich atmosphere, morally ambiguous characters, and a narrative that balances grotesque horror with absurd, cynical humor. Let me start drafting.

Here’s the expanded version of your idea with horror, dark humor, and political intrigue. Let me know if you want any tweaks or more spice added.
You said:
We can name it Vengene of the Precogs



Title: Vengene of the Precogs

The chandelier trembled when she walked into the hall. Not because of her footsteps, but because of the weight of the unspoken history she carried. The grand, gilded room—adorned with old oil paintings of long-dead men—had seen countless deals, betrayals, and sins buried under polished parquet floors. Tonight, it would see retribution.

Madame Li, as they now called her, had ascended to the highest office, her face now gracing newspapers, currency, and the trembling lips of the sycophants who dared to whisper her name. But long before the world bowed to her, she had knelt too—against her will, beneath the weight of a man who had mistaken cruelty for power.

He was here tonight.

Senator Bao, now a relic of an older, filthier time, sat in a corner with a glass of brandy, his hands shaking slightly. Age had turned him into something pitiful, but not enough to erase the memory of what he had done to her. That wouldn’t be erased with time. That required something more… personal.

She approached slowly, savoring the moment. A waiter passed, offering a tray of delicacies—thinly sliced meats, caviar, and champagne. She took a flute, swirling it lazily before taking a sip. Bao looked up at her, eyes widening slightly before curving into the oily grin of a man who thought he still mattered.

"Madame Li," he drawled, "I always knew you'd make it far."

She smiled, slow and sharp. "And yet, you never thought I'd come back."

He chuckled, trying to mask his unease. "Oh, my dear, success erases the past. Surely, you wouldn’t waste a fine evening like this dredging up old—"

"Mistakes?" she interrupted. "Crimes? Let's not be shy, Senator."

His fingers gripped the glass tighter, the amber liquid trembling slightly. "That was… a long time ago."

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, sending a chill through his spine. "And yet," she whispered, "your hands still shake when you see me. Guilt, or just old age?"

He laughed, but it was thin and brittle. "Come now, let’s be civilized."

She straightened, smoothing the silk of her dress, eyes glittering. "Civilized? Like you were, when you used to tie my wrists with silk scarves and tell me to smile before the needle went in? When you used to call it a ‘lesson’ before you took what you wanted?"

Bao’s face turned an ashen gray. "You remember it differently."

She laughed then, a rich, low sound that sent a ripple through the room. The kind of laugh that made men uneasy, because it meant she was already five moves ahead of them.

"Oh, but I remember everything."

The party continued around them, oblivious, while she reached into her purse and pulled out a slim case. She flicked it open, revealing a syringe gleaming under the chandeliers.

Bao swallowed hard. "What… what is this?"

She tilted her head, eyes flashing with mock innocence. "An homage, Senator. A little tribute to the past. I believe the phrase you used was… ‘regulations must be followed’ before you forced the dose in my arm?"

His mouth opened, then closed. Sweat bloomed at his temples. "Listen, Li, I—"

"Madame Li," she corrected, her smile razor-sharp. "And I suggest you do listen. This," she tapped the syringe, "is a cocktail of my own design. A delightful mix of substances that will keep you aware, helpless, and obedient to suggestion. You always did like me obedient."

Bao pushed his chair back slightly, but she stepped forward, closing the distance, trapping him like a rat in a golden cage. "Now, Senator, are you going to take your medicine like a good boy, or shall we make a scene?"

He glanced around wildly, but the party raged on, the laughter and clinking glasses drowning out his panic. He looked back at her, at the gleaming needle, at the way her lips curled in something between amusement and satisfaction.

"Li—please."

She reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek in a mock caress. "Oh, now you beg. Isn’t that precious?"

Then, with the precision of a woman who had spent a lifetime planning for this moment, she slid the needle into his neck, pressing the plunger down. His pupils dilated instantly, his breath hitching as the drug took hold.

"There we go," she cooed. "Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?"

The night was just beginning.

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"The chandelier trembled when she walked into the hall."

这一段开局对美国社会的纸牌屋描写的入木三分
即便是参议院家的single family跑个洗衣机，全家都跟着rock and roll