Marcus and Arien draft a 90 day progress report
Progress Report Input to Dr Zim: Patient Jayden Conner
Date: 29th June 2026: Post-Initial 28 day Committee Assessment.
Submitted by: Marcus Hale and Arien Patel, Psychiatric Nurses
Overview: Since the initial 28 day Committee assessment on 28th April 2026, Jayden has undergone a further eight weeks of rehabilitation. We note that throughout this period he remains compliant with all medications and his physical health is good. The outlook is positive for a supervised release into the community.
Detail:
- Work experience: Jayden has been involved in one of our established associate community work programmes under the supervision of Mr Akinlode. This initially involved a three day a week, half day, work detail cleaning public conveniences. This has since been progressively extended to five days a week full time. Mr Akinlode’s report describes how initial reluctance and poor performance has significantly improved. Jayden is an effective cleaning operative.
- Football: Integrated into the local estate football team under Mr. Akinlode's supervision as part of his supervised work programme and rehabilitative discipline. This initiative aims to reinforce pro-social behaviours, embed community ties, and further erode delusional attachments to his fabricated 'Jacob Ellis' persona. Jayden's participation marks a significant step in his re-classing. Jayden’s consistent social status indicators and associated identity stabilisation is +95%.
3. Behavioural and Linguistic Shifts: Accent evolution from the standard received pronunciation English of the Jacob Ellis persona, towards a Multicultural London English (MLE) accent. This is now increasingly dominant. Patient adopts socially congruent mannerisms: in gait, post-match smoking (2 cigarettes/ day as reward, craving noted), casual profanity in interactions. Dissociation from prior delusions evident; no mentions of ‘University College London' or 'banking' during sessions suggesting conditioning to authentic self with reinforcement.
4.Medication: Compliance 100%. The radical treatment usage of ‘skunk’ has proved highly effective.
5.Memories & Identity. Jayden now starts to remember, prompted by nursing staff, especially during skunk sessions, his life before the Jacob delusion. In particular he can now recall, in detail, his sex work and substance use, which are clearly key parts of who Jayden is. He is passive-submissive, and responds very well to being used sexually by dominant men, either on a regular or casual basis. He can now recount multiple sexual encounters, which are vivid and credible. In general, Jayden responds well to male authority.
Recommendations: Continue supervised work, football integration (2x/week), nicotine habit and regular usage of strong cannabis. Monitor for full identity stabilisation. Full release viability, pending total delusion erasure, likely in the very near future.
Signed: Marcus Hale, Arien Patel.
Big brother Marcus
Marcus relaxed in the Greenford Common room, his legs spread wide, one arm casually around my shoulders.
'Mate, what will you do when they release you?' He finished lighting a roll-up and passed it over. I took it with trembling fingers, inhaling deep,
'I... dunno, innit,' I muttered anxiously, the accent thick now, mainly automatic, but partly to please Marcus.
'Exactly, Jaydie. I've a room in my flat in Dalston you can rent. Cheap, yeah? And because we both know you're going to go back to the sex work, ’cause that's what you're always telling me you’re best at, I’ll look after you, sort it out for you. No more rough stuff unless I say so. You’ve a tasty man-cunt there Jaydie, you don’t wanna waste it.’ He grinned, sharp and knowing, eyes hard on me.
I could feel my anus lips twitch at the words, a mix of fear and thrill. Sex work. Memories flooded, primed by Marcus under the influence of the skunk, of my hustles, anonymous fucks in alleys, cum dripping down my chin. But under Marcus? Controlled, protected. ‘He sees me. Wants me safe. Or just owned?’ Heat built low in my gut, my man-cunt lips clenching and unclenching at the thought of Marcus calling the shots, deciding who got to fuck me raw.
The deal was set: trial release into the community living with Marcus. Me tagged with an electronic monitoring device, controlled by Marcus. (I still wore that tag, seven years later.) I would be taking my medications under Marcus's close supervision. The medication designed to keep me compliant, my edges dulled. Every morning, Marcus watching me swallow the pills: 5mg haloperidol to flatten the delusions, making thoughts sluggish and voices distant, like wading through mud; 1mg lorazepam to melt the anxiety, turning resistance into numb acceptance, my body loose and eager to please; and 10mg olanzapine at night, knocking me into heavy sleep where dreams twisted into obedience, waking me foggy and dependent on Marcus, submissive. The effects stacked: compliance creeping in, libido spiking in weird bursts, with hard-ons at odd times, craving touch, my submission to Marcus reinforced.
Marcus stood, grabbing a pouch of tobacco and papers from the table.
'You're on trial now, Jaydie. Meds every day, or it's back to the House. But listen, I’m prepping you to restart your life as a sex worker under my supervision. You’re tagged, for safety, so I will always know where you are. I’ll take charge of the money, the bank account, everything goes through me. Your habits, spare time? Mine to manage. No wandering off, no bad decisions. You work the punters I line up: clean, safe gigs. Suck 'em off, or spread your legs. Build that rep back up.
You’ve been a good lad, Jayden. ’Time to remind you how to do roll-ups like you did on the outside. You can have more smokes if you get back in practice with the rollies.’ He demonstrated, fingers deft, rolling the paper tight around tobacco and the pungent skunk, licking the edge with a slow swipe of tongue that made my mouth water. 'Here, your turn.'
I took the materials, hands shaky but determined, mimicking the twist and tuck. My first attempt was lumpy, tobacco spilling, and some buds, but Marcus was patient, guiding my fingers, his rough palms over mine, pressing close. 'Better. If you’re good with the punters, and you will be, coz you’re a natural, you’ll be back on the skunk too, eh? Calm yourself down after a hard night, eh Jaydie.'
The incentive hit home: a blowjob well done, cum swallowed cheerfully, earning that skunk, its thick clouds dulling the ache in my jaw, the soreness in my hole. The smell of another man’s spunk and sweat on me. I lit my crooked roll-up, inhaling deep, the familiar skunk and nicotine rush blending with the meds' fog, making my head swim. ‘Good lad. His lad. Marcus’s good boy.’ Feelings stirred deeper, that pull toward Marcus sharpening, wanting his approval, his body, his smell, the way he'd hug me and press me close after a shift at the toilets, cock hardening with the heat. ‘Stay with him. Safe. Owned.’
‘We'll make this work, Jaydie. Start next week maybe, a single punter? Nice and easy, just a quick suck. Show me what those cock-sucking lips of yours remember. Then we put your man cunt back to work. ‘Always remember who I am Jaydie; you call me Boss!’
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