The Doctor Who Fed My Dangerous Need
"Please, doctor! I'm begging you!"
As soon as I get off work, I can't control my urges anymore, so I quickly bolt toward the private hospital.
Ever since I'm afflicted with the ailment that makes me addicted to pleasure, I keep feeling very empty on the inside. The urge to let loose and satisfy myself keeps plaguing me at all times.
Left without a choice, the doctor can only feed me some medication.
But my sinful thoughts keep overtaking my mind. At that moment, I feel myself losing my mind.
What should I do?