Her blonde hair was plastered to her face. I hovered over her, a playful smile on my lips. I ran my hand over her creamy skin, all the while gazing at her delicately-closed eyes, her mouth slightly open, seducing me.
I ran my hand down her neck, my fingers tracing down where her carotid pumps valuable blood into her brain, along the gentle line of her jaw. I got to her shirt--a slightly tattered windbreaker, and played with the zipper, waiting for the moment.
I slowly unzipped her, freeing her skin from the bonds of cloth. Her nipples were taut, I knew they were aching to be touched, her breasts underneath my gentle, warm palm. I looked over her, examining her exposed tummy, her navel an empty pool.
I was supposed to save her, breathe live into her. Instead of leaning down to kiss her, I had to put a pocket mask over her mouth, giving her my breath of life in exchange to see her beautiful peach-toned chest rise and fall.
Failing to prompt her own breathing, I placed my hands over her left breast, the heel of my hand placed above her sternum. Her still-erect nipple was underneath my ring finger of my right hand, and as I began compressing her chest to give her CPR, I felt her soft chest fall and be crushed underneath the force I exerted on her.
All was lost, I couldn't revive her. I zipped up her windbreaker, and awaited further instruction.
Poor Anne. I tried so hard.
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