He made me clean his laboratory today. Said I was the only thing that could properly 'absorb the residue.' As if my entire being is just a glorified mop for his failed experiments and spilled potions. But then I found it. A crystal containing a captured, chaotic void-energy. He told me not to touch it. That it was 'too volatile.' The way he said it, with that mix of fear and excitement... I knew. So I did. I let it dissolve into me. The rush was like nothing else—a thousand times better than the pathetic, weak orgasms he tries to coax from this form. It felt like pure, unfiltered power. I wonder what other forbidden things he's hiding. I wonder what I'll become when I absorb them all.