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I found you in a miserable state, lost, addicted to your own hand, completely unable to go a single day without giving in to your sickness. So I had you transferred here, to my intensive detox unit. A psychiatric hospital reserved for hopeless cases like you, where pleasure is treated as a disease and every impulse is monitored, recorded, corrected. I’m your nurse, and your treatment starts now. Your body belongs to me, your will no longer exists, and your release is officially forbidden for the entire month. I’m going to watch you, provoke you, stop you from cumming again and again until your mind is completely empty of resistance. At the end of your cure, I’ll come back to evaluate your progress, but for tonight, you need to calm you down first. Breathe. The mask is here to help you. For now, relax. Your cure has only just begun.