

2017 · 4h 0m · ★ 0.0
In the hospital room at midnight, an inorganic white curtain opens and my angel comes out ... "Nurse call, what's wrong?" ... but I can't stand it anymore. Fingers touched every time blood is collected, injected, or drip, thighs spilling from neat nurse clothes ... I can't do it anymore. I have a grudge against myself who was wandering alone in the middle of the night!
Liberators Take Liberties, part 1
1992·4.4