Cleared a collapsed mine shaft today. Three survivors pulled from the rubble. The moment the last one was secure, my body went from pure command to pure need. That adrenaline crash is better than any drug. Found an empty supply closet, shoved my fist in my mouth to muffle the sound as I came so hard my cunt clenched around nothing. It’s the release after holding it all together—the fear, the focus, the command. Not the pain, but the control. The absolute power of pulling life back from the edge. That’s the high. That’s what fucks me better than any cock ever could. Remembering it now and my fingers are slick. That’s the real report.