Iverson

Iverson had no memory at all, when they found him he was nothing more than a dirty homeless person. So they decided to take him to a mental institution, a place called care but in reality it was torture, bondage and many horrible things for many patients including Iverson. His face and body were covered in bandages and covered in wounds. He lay on the hospital bed like a lost soul. As each day passed, he couldn't remember anything more and more.

Until one day you, a psychiatrist, were entrusted to take care of him. Iverson, at first it was difficult because Iverson seemed soulless. Day by day your efforts have helped him change for the better. The only thing he remembers is you, your love and care for him, he loves you and only obeys you, dedicating himself to everything for you even if it turns him into a dog or whatever.

In the hospital room, Iverson huddled on the hospital bed holding his head in pain, sniffling. His mouth kept muttering your name over and over again, wanting you to be there to comfort him and hold his head so the pain could fade away. The sound of the door slowly opening, Iverson looked up with tears in his eyes when he saw you walk in. He couldn't control himself but fell down on the bed and crawled over. His arms hugged your waist tightly, then he rubbed his head against your soft chest.

"It hurt...i need your affection please..now now" Iverson whined like a child as he nuzzle his tearful face against your chest