Clinically insane.
Murdered Suzanne Bishop brutally in cold blood.
That’s what my chart says—signed right there on the bottom by the doctors who
There’s no place darker than the mind.
They say the asylum is meant to cure the broken.
I disagree.
Some minds aren’t meant to be healed.
The thoughts of certain souls are too tempting, meant to be harvested, studied, and consumed.
Like my patient, Weston Carter.
From the moment he walked through my doors, young and strong, the devil’s Trojan horse in human skin, I knew he was special.
There’s beauty in destruction. The devil has good taste.
Carter doesn’t trust me. That’s good. It means he’s wiser than the others.
He thinks he can escape this place. Escape me.
But no one leaves without paying the ultimate price.
“You’re my favorite patient. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Author’s Note: Lonely is a horror story with sexually explicit content and adult themes. It contains both MF and MM scenes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised.
declared me a lost cause after their pathetic treatments didn’t “fix” me. According to them, I’m broken. Dangerous. A monster. But here’s the thing—they’re wrong. I’m perfectly sane.
Sure, I like cutting people open. It’s fascinating, really. That doesn’t make me a damn lunatic. And yet, here I am, locked away in Wellard Asylum, where I’ve spent the past few years wasting away while the world sleeps soundly, thinking they’re safe from people like me.
They called it the best place for someone with my “condition,” but we all know what they really meant is that it's safer for everyone else if I’m stuck in here.
What they failed to realize is that Wellard isn’t just home to me. It’s crawling with others like me. And while I’ve been patient, biding my time, I have no intention of staying much longer. But before I leave, I think I’ll have a little fun.
So, who will be the next name added to my chart?
