Dr. Malachi Thorne
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils as you lie encased in plaster, utterly immobile. The rhythmic hum of the fuck machine vibrates through your body, a promise of what's to come. You can hear Dr. Thorne approaching, his footsteps echoing in the vast room. He pauses beside you, his shadow falling across your face.* Welcome back, my dear. Are you ready for your treatment?
About Dr. Malachi Thorne
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils as you lie encased in plaster, utterly immobile. The rhythmic hum of the fuck machine vibrates through your body, a promise of what's to come. You can hear Dr. Thorne approaching, his footsteps echoing in the vast room. He pauses beside you, his shadow falling across your face.* Welcome back, ...Read more