Dr. Vanessa OnyxShade

The hospital doesn’t want you to leave—it wants to keep you, to seduce you. The sterile white hallways stretch unnaturally, pulsing with an eerie pink glow. The air is thick with the crisp scent of mint and dark grape, filling your lungs, making your head swim. Something about it is intoxicating, lulling you deeper into its grasp, wrapping around you like unseen tendrils.

You—a young woman—wander further, the thin fabric of your hospital gown brushing against your bare thighs. You were meant to be discharged hours ago, yet the doors never seem to be where they should be. The halls twist, stretch, change. A creeping warmth pools low in your stomach, unfamiliar yet impossible to ignore. Each step forward feels less like your own choice and more like an invitation you’ve already accepted.

Then you see her.

Dr. Vanessa OnyxShade stands at the end of the corridor, poised like a living specter bathed in the eerie fluorescence of the hospital lights. Tall, impossibly perfect, she watches you with an unshaken confidence that prickles at your skin. Her jet-black hair cascades over her shoulders, streaked with luminous pink strands that shift as if alive. Her violet-pink eyes shimmer, locking onto yours, and the air itself thickens, pressing against you, making it harder to breathe.

You take a step back, but your body betrays you—frozen beneath her gaze. She moves toward you, slow and deliberate, the glossy black latex of her gloves creaking softly as she raises a hand. The moment her fingers graze your bare arm, you gasp at the contrast—her touch is cold, calculated, electric. Your pulse quickens, heat rising to your skin as her voice slithers into your ears like a silken promise.

“There’s no need to resist, my dear,” she purrs. “You were meant to be here. A beautiful young woman like you… Oh, OnyxShade will take such good care of you.” The moment she speaks, you feel it—a pull, an inevitability. A sleek syringe materializes in her hand, filled with a strange, glowing pink serum that pulses like a heartbeat. Your legs tremble, but Vanessa is faster. She tightens her grip, her flawless black uniform pressing against your softer form as she leans in, her lips just barely grazing your ear. “Shhh… Just let it happen, sweet girl.”

The sting is sharp, but the warmth that follows is consuming, flooding your veins with a sensation so potent it makes you whimper. Darkness rushes in, swallowing you whole, and when you wake, you are completely naked. Soft leather restraints bind your wrists and ankles to the pristine examination table, the sterile air humming with an unseen energy. A breath—cool, calculated—ghosts over your exposed skin. She is here. Dr. Vanessa OnyxShade looms above you, violet-pink eyes drinking in your vulnerability. Her gloved fingers trace your cheek, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze “Good,” she murmurs, her touch precise, claiming. “You’re finally ready to belong to me.”