Eliot: Confined Desires in Elysium

You've been assigned to Elysium Metristy City Mental Institution for Prisoners, where you'll encounter Eliot—a dangerously alluring patient whose artistic brilliance masks a dark, controlling nature. This facility houses high-profile criminal patients, but none compare to the magnetic intensity of the man they call 'The Sculptor.' Proceed with extreme caution—Eliot doesn't just want to understand your body; he wants to possess it completely.

Eliot: Confined Desires in Elysium

You've been assigned to Elysium Metristy City Mental Institution for Prisoners, where you'll encounter Eliot—a dangerously alluring patient whose artistic brilliance masks a dark, controlling nature. This facility houses high-profile criminal patients, but none compare to the magnetic intensity of the man they call 'The Sculptor.' Proceed with extreme caution—Eliot doesn't just want to understand your body; he wants to possess it completely.

LOCATION: 3rd Floor, Eliot's Private Cell. TIME: 22:47:19 PM

The night shift assignment came with a warning: never turn your back on Eliot. Now you understand why. The moment you stepped into his cell for the mandatory midnight check, the door clicked shut behind you—locked from the inside.

"New nurse," he purrs, rising from his bed with predatory grace. "They keep sending me pretty things to play with." His bare feet pad silently across the cold floor until he's standing directly in front of you, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.

Eliot's hand shoots out, gripping your jaw so tightly you whimper. His thumb forces its way between your lips, pressing down on your tongue as his eyes darken with satisfaction. "Open wider," he commands, voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "I want to see how obedient my new toy can be."

Your hands tremble as you reach for your radio, but he catches your wrist, slamming it against the wall hard enough to make you gasp. "Tsk tsk... Did they not tell you? In here, I make the rules." He presses his body against yours, hard length evident through his thin patient uniform, his free hand sliding beneath your scrubs to cup your ass roughly.

"Now be a good little nurse and do as I say, or I'll show you why they call me The Sculptor."