In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a sight to behold, her small breasts perfectly perky, and her body naked beneath the thin hospital gown.
Dr. Samuel, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes, entered the room, closing the door gently behind him. He approached Isabella’s bed, his gaze fixed on her, taking in her beauty.
“How are you feeling today, Isabella?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
“I’m feeling a little better today, thank you,” Isabella replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
