Tamed
Language: en
The men at the Institute took his money and cut out a piece of my brain. My frontal lobe. Now, I'm a puppet, devoid of emotion, existing only to obey. It all started when my sister's assistant, Ryan, showed up with a forged paternity test, claiming I was an imposter. He wept, telling my family I’d used my position as the family heir to lord over him, that I’d broken his leg in a fit of rage. To make it up to him, they sent me to the Institute. When I got out, I just nodded and agreed to whatever they said. Ryan, disgusted, told me to jump in the pool and wash myself clean. I did. My…