Doctor Patient Confidentiality

In the dim shadows of a borrowed sanctuary, Sarah (Aaliyah Love) battles the ghosts of a brutal past, having clawed her way out of her boyfriend's vicious grip with raw grit and a lifeline from her pal Cassie. Now crashing under Cassie's roof, she's under the watchful eye of Cassie's shrink hubby, James (Tommy Pistol), both hell-bent on piecing her shattered world back together. But some secrets fester too deep, too filthy to spit out. A week on, Sarah stares into the merciless mirror, fingers tracing the fading bruises on her neck, probing for any scar of that hellish chapter. But as her touch lingers, it turns hungry—hands curling tight around her throat in a slow, sinful squeeze. Heat surges through her veins, a twisted rush that scorches and scares in equal measure. She can't ignore it; she needs James to crack this dark craving open. When he slips into her room, her pulse hammers, forcing him to vow silence on their dirty little chat. Lips trembling, she confesses: rough hands clamping her windpipe mid-fuck sets her ablaze. It wasn't always this way—her old nightmares twisted her wiring—but she's drowning in shame and hunger. James dangles clinical talks, but Sarah's eyes burn with demand for a hands-on fix, something raw and intimate to exorcise the demon.