First attempt at using ChatGPT 7 min read

Used careful prompts to avoid content warnings. Copied and pasted without alteration. After each 2-3 paragraph, GPT is given a 1 sentence instruction for the next story part.

Tell me what you think !

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John’s martini glass is chilled to perfection, condensation glistening on the crystal stem. The soft jazz music emanates from a grand piano on the far side of the room, its melody weaving through the conversations and laughter of the partygoers. The dimly lit space is adorned with opulent chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow, and intricate wall mirrors that reflect the sophistication of the evening’s attire.

John leans against the curved staircase, the smooth, cool glass railing providing a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. His hand rests on a step, its rich, polished wood gleaming beneath his touch. As he observes the mingling guests, he can’t help but wonder what secrets lie beyond the door leading to the women’s bathroom at the top of the stairs.

John’s fingers glide along the staircase’s glass railing, tracing its contours with care. But as he rests his hand on a step, a strange, sticky sensation catches him by surprise. A dim awareness registers as he realizes his fingers are stuck on a piece of chewing gum, hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit stairwell. He attempts to retract his hand discreetly, grateful that the low lighting conceals his predicament from the prying eyes of the partygoers.

Panic courses through John’s veins as he realizes his predicament. His hand is firmly ensnared by the sticky gum, refusing to budge. He attempts to pull his fingers away, but the gum’s tenacious grip holds them in place.
In the dim light, he can barely make out the translucent, glistening strand of gum connecting his hand to the step. It’s an unwelcome contrast to the elegance of the surroundings. The chatter and laughter of the partygoers continue, oblivious to his silent struggle.
John’s mind races as he contemplates his options. Should he risk making a scene by calling for help, or should he try to discreetly free himself and preserve his dignity? The choices weigh on him, but the gum remains unyielding, keeping him firmly anchored to the staircase.
As two women ascend the staircase, the dim lighting continues to work in John’s favor. The first woman, a vision in a sleek, black evening gown, gracefully avoids his outstretched hand, her attention fixed on her conversation with her companion behind her. Her dress shimmers with each step, and her elegant heels barely make a sound on the polished steps.
However, fate takes an excruciatingly painful turn when the second woman, clad in a vibrant crimson cocktail dress that clings to her figure, unknowingly steps onto John’s hand with the full force of her stiletto heel. A searing wave of agony surges through him as her heel pierces through his hand, leaving a gory scene that’s impossible to ignore.
John’s face contorts in sheer torment, but he remains silent, unable to even gasp in pain as they continue their ascent. Blood oozes from the gruesome wound, staining the elegant staircase and his pristine suit. Despite the excruciating torture, the two women remain blissfully unaware of the horrific ordeal they’ve unwittingly inflicted upon John as they disappear into the upper reaches of the staircase.
As one of the women descends the staircase, her graceful steps seem to echo in the dimly lit surroundings. She’s the one in the sleek, black evening gown. Her heels, carefully selected to match her outfit, are a work of art in themselves. Each shoe is a masterpiece of high fashion: jet black suede with delicate, intricate lace patterns etched into the fabric. Her stilettos boast a height that defies gravity, elongating her legs and adding a touch of allure to her already captivating presence.

But as she descends, she suddenly pauses, her heel coming to rest on John’s already injured hand. She pulls out her phone with practiced elegance and quickly begins to type a message, oblivious to the pain that courses through John’s body. He feels a renewed surge of agony as her heel presses into his hand, but he remains silent, unable to protest or escape the excruciating situation. His breaths come in shallow, trembling gasps as he endures the pain in stoic silence, hoping that her text will be sent swiftly, allowing him to finally escape this torturous ordeal.
As the woman continues to text, her concentration slips, and her phone slips from her hand. It tumbles down the stairs, landing with a shattering crash on the marble steps. Startled, she suddenly stomps her heel down on John’s hand with even more force, causing a surge of excruciating pain that nearly makes him cry out.
Her frustration grows as she inspects her shattered phone, completely oblivious to John’s suffering beneath her heel. He clenches his teeth and bears the torment, his hand now in an even more wretched state than before. The party’s elegance and glamour couldn’t be further from the gruesome tableau playing out on the staircase.
In the midst of the party’s revelry, a group of raucous and clearly inebriated women stumble upon the staircase. Ignoring the elegance of the evening, they descend the steps with careless abandon, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit area.
As they approach John, their inebriation becomes apparent. In their intoxicated state, they perceive John’s trapped hand as an obstacle to their descent. With cruel intent, they purposefully stomp on his already mangled hand, one after the other, heedless of his silent suffering. The combined weight and force of their actions cause John to finally lose his composure, a pained cry escaping his lips as he endures the torment inflicted upon him by the merciless group.
The group of drunk women, emboldened by their cruel actions, burst into laughter as they continue to tease John. Their voices, laden with mockery, fill the staircase, drowning out the jazz music from the party.

They taunt him with biting comments, their words laced with sadistic amusement. John, writhing in pain and humiliated by their cruel jeers, can do nothing but endure their torment in agonized silence. His suit, once impeccable, is now stained with blood and dirt, a stark contrast to the glamorous attire of the partygoers. The staircase, which was once a symbol of sophistication, has transformed into a chamber of torment and humiliation, with John at its center.
The group of drunk women, continuing their cruel antics, laugh heartily as they torment John, unaware of the severity of their actions. They pay no heed to his cries of pain, and their teasing escalates as they mock him mercilessly. The partygoers on the staircase and in the vicinity look on in shock and discomfort, but no one dares to intervene as the women revel in their disturbing fun. John’s suffering becomes a dark and painful spectacle in the midst of the elegant cocktail party, a stark reminder of how quickly a refined evening can devolve into chaos.
As the group of women persist in their cruel antics, John’s hand, now a gruesome sight, has caused their once-elegant stiletto heels to become stained with his blood. The deep crimson hue clashes starkly with the sophistication of their attire, serving as a grotesque reminder of the brutality they’ve inflicted.

The women, seemingly unfazed by the grim transformation of their footwear, continue to laugh and tease, their indifference to John’s suffering casting a dark shadow over the otherwise glamorous cocktail party. The staircase, once a symbol of elegance, now serves as an unsettling stage for their sadistic amusement, leaving a chilling atmosphere that lingers in the minds of the partygoers.