Captive to the Psycho Billionaire: Why Would I Ever Escape?

I was bored out of my mind, so I started dating a guy. Turns out, he was an obsessively possessive psycho.

He locked me up in his sprawling mansion, personally washing my face and spoon-feeding me every day. His only demand was that I could never, ever leave him.

My eyes practically lit up. Are you telling me this kind of jackpot actually exists?

He was a possessive psycho, and I was a lazy, affection-starved girl. It was a match made in heaven.