Owned by the Psychopath
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I didn't come to this asylum to fall in love.
I came because I was broke.
Desperate.
And twenty thousand dollars was the only way out of my ruined life.
Then they locked a chain to my ankle.
And gave the other end to him.
Patient 500. Mob heir. A psychopath who once broke thirty men with his bare hands.
He refuses to learn my name. He calls me little rabbit.
He says if I try to run, he'll cut off my foot.
We share one bed. Three meters of chain. No escape.
He's a monster.
But when another inmate touches me—
he nearly kills the man with his bare hands.
Then he pulls me into his chest in the dark.
His lips brush my neck.
He tells me I'm just a tool for his parole.
So why does his grip feel like the only home I've ever had?
I came here to earn my freedom.
Now I'm afraid I'll never want to leave.
I came because I was broke.
Desperate.
And twenty thousand dollars was the only way out of my ruined life.
Then they locked a chain to my ankle.
And gave the other end to him.
Patient 500. Mob heir. A psychopath who once broke thirty men with his bare hands.
He refuses to learn my name. He calls me little rabbit.
He says if I try to run, he'll cut off my foot.
We share one bed. Three meters of chain. No escape.
He's a monster.
But when another inmate touches me—
he nearly kills the man with his bare hands.
Then he pulls me into his chest in the dark.
His lips brush my neck.
He tells me I'm just a tool for his parole.
So why does his grip feel like the only home I've ever had?
I came here to earn my freedom.
Now I'm afraid I'll never want to leave.
















































