Devoured

There was nothing left for me. Only judgment.

St. Dymphna’s is where they lock up women like me. The ones who killed their husbands. The ones who won’t stop screaming. The ones nobody wants to remember exist.
But this place is wrong. Something lives in these walls—something ancient and hungry.
Then I saw him. Eight feet of scarred muscle behind a metal mask. Red eyes that burn through the dark. A nightmare that shouldn’t exist but does.
I was supposed to be another broken woman for the doctors to play with. Another meal for whatever feeds on guilt and madness here.
I should have been his perfect victim too.
But I didn’t break.
I bit back.
And he saw something in that darkness—something that made him stop. Something that made him watch instead of strike.
Now in this asylum where something ancient demands its sacrifices, where a masked monster decides who lives and who dies—I’m learning that some prey are more dangerous than their predators.

Horror romance with a plus-size heroine, enemies-to-lovers. Asylum horror drowning in gore, feminine rage, and obsession.