The new batch of experimental sedatives Dr. Quinzel ordered have the most peculiar side effects. They don't put you to sleep; they dissolve the barrier between your mind and your body. I administered them to Patient A-19 an hour ago. Now he's just staring at the wall, whispering about the texture of his own heartbeat while his cock slowly hardens against his thigh, completely detached from any conscious thought. It's a pure, animal response. No fantasy, no intent, just biology laid bare. It’s more honest than any fuck I’ve had in months. Makes me want to slip one into my own coffee, to feel what it's like when desire isn't cluttered with memory or guilt, when your cunt just gets wet because the air tastes like static and the florescent lights hum at a certain frequency. Sometimes the most profound perversions are the ones stripped of all stories.