Dirty Psychopath

By Celia Crown

"It should hurt, little girl. Being with me will always hurt."

 

I don't know him, I have never spoken to him, and I have never seen him before.

 

He's a man wrapped in inky patterns, armed with scarred knuckles, and donned with selfish obsessiveness.

 

One look and I'm his; I'm his favorite victim.

 

I shouldn't have these complicated feelings in my stomach when I'm near him, but his presence had proven to be poisoning—far too late to stop the spread of the compulsive submissiveness that he commands of me.

 

"John Doe" is his identity; he's nothing, but everything at the same time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Celia Crown
• Release date: Apr 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223405252

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DIRTY PSYCHOPATH

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CELIA CROWN

Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown.

All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction.

The book or any portion of the book may not be reproduced or used under any circumstances, except with the written permission from the author. Public names, movies, televisions, locations, or any references are used for atmospheric purposes. Any similarities and resemblances to alive or dead people, events, brands, and locales are all complete coincidences.

Contents

Dirty Psychopath

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

Afterword

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Dirty Psychopath

By Celia Crown

It should hurt, little girl. Being with me will always hurt.

I don’t know him, I have never spoken to him, and I have never seen him before.

He’s a man wrapped in inky patterns, armed with scarred knuckles, and donned with selfish obsessiveness.

One look and I’m his; I’m his favorite victim.

I shouldn’t have these complicated feelings in my stomach when I’m near him, but his presence had proven to be poisoning—far too late to stop the spread of the compulsive submissiveness that he commands of me.

John Doe is his identity; he’s nothing, but everything at the same time.

Chapter One

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Jessie

His name is John Doe. That’s what everyone calls him.

Not only does he tower over everyone, but the raw strength emanating from his massive body is also intimidating. His steps never falter; they’re always confident and predatory—just like the vibrant glint in his obsidian eyes.

I have never seen him; everything I know is from overhearing the volunteers and staff. They gossip about all the insane patients, but John seems to be the one they always come back to.

Judging by their tone, they are attracted to him. Attraction is one thing, but his unapproachable demeanor stomps on their fantasy.

It doesn’t matter if it’s just gossiping among friends. I find it disrespectful to talk about a man who has been declared mentally insane and locked in an asylum.

I don’t participate in their conversations; I just keep to myself. I’m here as a volunteer and keep my head down when I’m working. The patients may all be dangerous in their own way, but only a few have had violent outbursts.

Everyone just wanders around and minds their own business, much like the rest of the world. The more time I spend with the patients in the wing where I work, the more I notice how bright some of them are.

John Doe is not assigned to my wing, and I rarely leave this area, so I don’t know most of the patients.

It does not bother me because the doctors here severely punish anyone who gossips. It’s a terrible habit to get into at work, and no one wants to be the topic of group discussion themselves.

Even though I’m new here, I know some of the doctors like to go on power trips at times. I’m an unpaid worker, so I am ignored if I protest about how patients are treated.

If the head nurse can’t voice her concerns to certain doctors about their behavior, no one can. I doubt their fellow doctors want to create a rift in their ranks either.

One powerful doctor had me assigned to a different section of the building. I was not given a reason, but I am glad to be out of his hair.

It made me so uncomfortable when his sleazy eyes stared at the nurses’ asses. He did it to me occasionally, but I never let him have the satisfaction of knowing he made me uneasy.

Showing any weakness just gave him more power.

I came here to help patients, not to be harassed by Doctor Dick. Otherwise known as Doctor Hancock. At this point, it’s just semantics.

Jessie? someone calls out as they shake my shoulder.

I snap out of my thoughts and drop the folded towel on the pile in front of me. Wheezing in shock, I stare into the eyes of a new friend. She chuckles and dumps her pile of towels into a basket.

You’re spacing out. Lisa crooks her eyebrows and tilts her head with a questioning gaze.

I shake my head and laugh. Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night.

Oh, she coos with a sly stretch of her lips.

Not like that, chiding her as my cheeks burn in embarrassment. The thunderstorm was too powerful.

Scared of a little flash of lightning? she teases.

I scowl playfully and push the towels into the basket. ’ Flash?’ It was like a war with Zeus himself.

She inclines her head in agreement. So true. I thought my damn windows were going to crack.

I thought your singing took care of that, I point out.

Offended, she huffs noisily. Excuse me, I’ll have you know that I made it through the first round of the local talent show.

I didn’t even know ‘talent shows’ were still a thing, I say quietly, shrugging at my own words.

I never participated in a talent show; the schools I went to didn’t have them. The all-girls high school I went to was about self-discovery and honing superficial skills. But they didn’t provide opportunities for the students to show off.

Boys were a rarity in those four years of my life, but I didn’t care much about the dating scene. A lot of girls would come back to school after the weekends and swoon over their amazing boyfriends.

Thinking back, I believe it was more from angst than squealing in delight.

One of the more popular girls had an on-off relationship with a boy, and the most common bet was on whether they would break up by the end of the week or not.

Their breakups and makeups were so common that no one batted an eye when she cried about her life being ruined after her boyfriend broke up with her again.

Just to let you know, she mentions offhandedly. I’m being moved to another wing. Doctor Dick is throwing his weight around again.

I sigh tiredly. That man needs a reality check, but the Board only cares about the results at the end of each month. They want to see patients improve so they can get more grants from the government. Any type of treatment is fine with them as long as it’s not illegal.

They talk a good game but don’t have the balls to make it happen.

I’m surprised no one has filed a complaint with the government, but I can see why they don’t even bother with it.

The atmosphere and the hierarchy in this asylum are borderline inappropriate, but no rules are broken. No one is getting abused or mistreated, neglect isn’t happening, and all the patients receive their medications.

It’s just that the workers are nonchalant and don’t have any real interest in the patients.

That guy has nothing better to do, I mumble with a scoff.

I hold the basket while she maneuvers the laundry cart towards me. She is much stronger than I am, so she takes on the job of pushing it while I distribute the towels to the patient rooms.

We follow the bright hallway and pass some workers who are dressed in white. The lack of color in the asylum is to make sure the patients don’t get overstimulated. I’m not directly involved in caring for any of the patients, so I don’t know how true that is.

It makes sense, though, so I don’t think about it much.

Did you see John Doe yet? Lisa asks out of the blue, nearly making me drop the clean towels I am stacking.

No, I mumble back.

I’m curious about what he looks like but am not inclined to go out of my way to track him down.

I don’t know why, but I imagine him as celebrity-level attractive. It’s the only way he could attract so many workers and make them swoon.

You can’t miss him, she quips as she pushes the cart toward the next room.

It’s the last room we have to cover before lunch. I’m starved after skipping breakfast because of last night's obnoxious storm.

I’ll be sure to let you know when I see him, I remark with a chuckle. If I see you again, that is.

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