Journal Entry 4

Patient Ripley is beyond help. I thought I could resist her powers but last night they proved too great for me. I heard the stories. They said she couldn’t be treated, that there was no point in trying to medicate her. Men from the medical staff would go into her cell to apply her daily dosage only to come out with a full needle and a drained body. They could barely stand and their minds would be in a haze from the whole encounter. Security cameras in the cell would be turned off too for some reason. Despite being told by management not to go into her cell, staff felt compelled to go against orders and visit her nearly everyday for the past week. And each time they would leave completely fatigued. No one knew what caused them to end up that way.

Her files detailed the hypnotic abilities she possessed. It was the only logical reason as to why staff would visit her cell so much. Last night, they were escorted out of the building by security and sent home on leave so their minds could recover. I was left alone that night with one rule: Do not go into Patient Ripley’s cell.

How I wish I could’ve followed that one simple rule. My foolish, naive mind thought that the staff were weak willed and that it was the only reason they were so easily hypnotized. I thought myself better than them. I thought that I could remain in control and not be another victim. Security was on break at a certain hour and I figured that would be my chance to sneak into the cell and do what couldn’t be done by anyone else.

As I approached her door, my steps faltered following a brief but lingering whisper that rang in my head. It sounded malicious yet enticing at the same time. I should have just left, right then and there but instead took a deep breath and proceeded to unlock the cell. The smell that wafted into my face the moment it cracked open could only be described as strong musk; something akin to pheromones. I shuddered audibly, not being able to control my initial liking of the aroma. I then realized I was already five steps into the cell. I looked forward to finally see her; the one and only Patient Ripley. She lay on her back, turning herself around in circles. Her straitjacket appeared damp and the straps holding it together were loose. She had no pants on oddly enough and her legs were spread wide as she squirmed

around. I couldn’t quite make out her face at the moment but I could her laugh. Her laugh...that damn laugh. Despite the padded environment, it echoed. In my mind, the laugh echoed.

“Miss Ripley?” I stammered while pulling out a small needle. “Its time for your medication.”

She lifted her head and almost immediately was my gaze locked onto her glowing green and purple eyes. My memory is hazy after that moment. Like it all appears in flashes within my mind. I know I walked up to her to inject the medicine into her arm but before I could do that, she wrapped her legs around my waist and tugged down my pants. I was...already erect.

“The needle isn’t in yet, doc...” she whispered.

The next thing I remember was being on top of her, still staring into her eyes as she smiled back at me with those sharp teeth. I felt this warmth around the tip of my cock and soon after that, tightness.

“Now it’s in!” she shouted.

I can’t get those moans out of my head. I can’t forget how snug her fluffy cunt was or how slick her tongue was around my length. She even bit me at points, hard enough to draw blood. I can’t recall much else other than leaving the cell while very clumsily trying to pull my pants up. Thankfully no one saw a thing.

I tried checking surveillance the next morning but there was no footage from last night. But I don’t think I need to see it to know what she did. To know that Ripley has control of this entire facility. I don’t feel ashamed of my urge to see her again. Now that the staff is out for a while, I’m all hers and I’ll happily inject that slut with as much medicine as she wants...