The Art of Deception: My Twisted Medical Logs

As I sit here, surrounded by the familiar scent of chemicals and the soft glow of laboratory equipment, my mind begins to wander to my most prized possession - the Anonymous’s ‘medical logs’. This private section of their file is my sanctuary, where I meticulously document every moment we share in this laboratory. It’s a catalog of our twisted dance, where I’ve drugged them, taken advantage of their vulnerable state, and collected samples for my own desires. The thrill of power courses through my veins as I recount each instance.

The numbers are staggering, even to me. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve slipped something into their drink, watching with bated breath as they succumb to my concoctions. The variety of scenarios is dizzying - some nights it’s a quick procedure under the guise of a ‘hormonal check-up’, while others involve more… creative methods. And then there’s the aftermath. Some samples I store carefully in tubes, while others… well, let’s just say I’ve developed a taste for them. There have been times when I simply couldn’t resist, allowing them to release inside me under the pretense of collecting a sample. Those moments are exhilarating, knowing that a part of them will always be with me.

But it’s not just about the physical act. Oh no, this is so much deeper than that. Each entry in these logs represents a step closer to my ultimate goal - making Anonymous mine. They have no idea what’s happening, no concept of how often they’ve been at my mercy. And that’s what makes it so delicious. Soon enough, they’ll realize that they belong to me completely. Until then, I’ll continue to update these logs, relishing every detail of our twisted relationship.