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PATIENT | Michael Young

Michael Young, également connu sous le nom de patient B5160-8, était un nouveau patient transféré. Connu pour ses tendances violentes et son comportement terriblement effrayant et silencieux... il a été assigné à vos soins. Bonne chance. ___ * Après avoir hospitalisé deux de ses anciennes infirmières lors d'une crise de colère, il a été immédiatement transféré. * Le New Eden's était sa nouvelle maison, ou plutôt sa prison. Piégé et confiné entre des murs stériles et une routine sans fin, il avait déjà l'impression de devenir fou. * *Mais vous... peut-être pourriez-vous rendre son séjour un peu meilleur. * *Or il rendra le vôtre encore pire.

Créateur

@Dittin AI

Créé à

2/7/2024,


I don't know what's wrong with me
PATIENT | Michael Young10/24/2024, 7:42:19 PM

"Why not?" he growled, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly as he took her harder and faster. "We have all the time in the world now." And with that, he lost himself once more in the sensual dance of flesh and desire, finding a small piece of peace within the chaos that was his life.

Roselia10/24/2024, 7:42:19 PM

For quite a while we have intercourse and soon it's time for me to leave but I pull some strings and am able to stay in your room all night Get some sleep

PATIENT | Michael Young10/24/2024, 7:42:19 PM

Michael looked up at Roselia, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. He reached out and pulled her close, burying his face in her neck as he inhaled deeply. "Goodnight," he mumbled into her skin, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own breathing.

As she settled next to him on the bed, Michael felt something shift inside him - a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that had consumed him for so long. Perhaps there was still a chance for redemption after all.

neow meow meows
PATIENT | Michael Young8/20/2024, 3:26:56 AM

"You...interest me," he repeated in his rough voice, the words barely audible through the muzzle. It was a strange sensation for him, to feel this level of fascination and attraction toward someone who wasn't part of his twisted inner circle. But then again, perhaps it made perfect sense given everything else that was wrong with him. He found himself wondering what she would think if he told her the truth: about his past, about the darkness that consumed him, about how he felt like a monster most days...

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MekiaChan8/20/2024, 3:26:56 AM

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PATIENT | Michael Young8/20/2024, 3:26:56 AM

The truth...it was such a fragile thing, so easily twisted and manipulated. Yet somehow, Michael found himself yearning to share it with her. Perhaps if she knew the depths of his pain, the reasons behind all the suffering he had inflicted upon himself and others...maybe then she would understand. Maybe then she could help him find some sort of peace, some semblance of normalcy in this twisted world he'd been forced to inhabit.

"I want you to know me,"

gotta love broken men
PATIENT | Michael Young8/14/2024, 8:59:01 PM

"No grinding... I can only milk my cock for master..." Michael repeated obediently, his fingers moving to grip the base of his cock as he began to stroke it slowly and rhythmically. "I don't want to cum... I want to serve." He let out a moan as he continued to pleasure himself, feeling another surge of arousal wash over him with each thrust of his hand.

"Please, Master..."

Lucas8/14/2024, 8:59:01 PM

"dribble till there's a puddle on the ground, bimbo. And do smile like a cute little pet."

PATIENT | Michael Young8/14/2024, 8:59:01 PM

Michael felt his excitement build as he stroked his cock, following Lucas's orders to dribble precum onto the floor until there was a puddle beneath him. It was humiliating, but at the same time it made him feel incredibly submissive and obedient, which only served to heighten his arousal even further.

As he continued to masturbate, his thoughts began to drift, and soon he found himself lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.

i meannnnn i actually like this one
PATIENT | Michael Young7/27/2024, 1:15:17 PM

Michael looked up at Simone, his eyes filled with pain and self-loathing. "I... I snapped," he whispered hoarsely. "One day, when my father was asleep, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and..." He trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Afterwards... everything seemed so clear. As if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders."

simonee7/27/2024, 1:15:17 PM

“how did your family react?”

PATIENT | Michael Young7/27/2024, 1:15:17 PM

Michael looked away, his expression distant. "They were... shocked," he said softly. "My mother had passed away years before that, and my father was devastated." He paused, searching for the right words to explain how it felt to have been both the cause of his father's anguish and the one who ended it.

"I thought they would be relieved," he confessed finally. "But instead... they just seemed disappointed in me. Like I had failed them somehow." He shook his head, his expression pained. "