Taming a Psychopath

WarningThis story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers.Read at your own risk.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.As a child, she never felt any love from anyone, and neither had friends nor anyone to talk to. She was abandoned by her father and experienced constant abuse from her mother. Even her aunt wanted her killed. As a child, love was deprived of her.All she wanted was someone to love her. Then she meets Jameson Abalos.Jameson falls for that psychopath and does everything

Third Person’s POVA new pleasant morning came.“Belladonna, wake up, dear.” Her aunt, Melinda, called her loudly while making breakfast.The girl jadedly went down to the living room and stared at her aunt, slicing hotdogs and portions of bacon.“Come here, dear.” The aunt called Belladonna and showed her how she slices those types of meat.“This is how you cut meat.” She said while gently fondling the knife.“Want to give it a try?”The aunt pointed the knife at the kid with a smug look on her face. The little girl grabbed the knife and started slicing the bacon that was left.“You’re fast.”“I’m just used to it. Mom has been in an unstable condition, and I need to survive.”“Well, anyways. I’ll continue cooking, and you may look around this mansion.”Belladonna started to roam arou

[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Living in isolation is quite lovely. I would rather live alone than live with abusive, negligent people who don't even care about me. Now I'm all alone. All I have to do in this life is to live. Memento vivere, Belladonna. I never had anyone by my side. Even my parents abandoned me. My aunt tried to kill me. I guess I'm not deserving to be loved. I'm fully aware that I'm mature for my age. Being a seven-year-old kid but having a mind of an adult is exhausting, I must admit. I never experienced playing with friends or at a playground or even running around fields. I'm always at home reading books while my parents create chaos in this mansion. I am also aware that I don't, or I can't feel any emotions. My feelings are numb. I don't know why I'm not like any other person, but I guess my past has significantly impacted who I am today

[ Belladonna's Point of View ]The policemen interrogated me about what happened last night. The guy was revealed to be Melinda's best friend, who is in love with her.I told the police that I was a victim and the guy planned to kill me too.When they asked me where the gunshot in the guy's hand came from, I told them it was probably from a fight he had before he came here.Thankfully, I left the gun inside the cabinet, and they didn't find it.The policemen believed every single thing I said, of course.Some adults are really gullible and easy to manipulate.If we think that children are innocent and know nothing about the world, think twice.I'm kind of tired and exhausted witnessing deaths in my life, but it makes me somehow satisfied.Very satisfied."Bella!" Jameson called me right after the policemen finished asking me senseless questions.

[ Belladonna's Point of View ]Another day, another reason for me to survive.The policemen already left weeks ago since they've been guarding the mansion, and nothing suspicious is happening for a month.Now that I'm all alone again, I feel like something's going to happen this day.I'm looking forward....Knock. Knock. Knock.Who's it this time? Now that the policemen left?Is it Jameson? He didn't visit me for days.I slowly opened the door and saw a familiar guy.It's the devil.He still has the guts to come into this mansion he abandoned?"Hi, Donna, my dearest daughter. Have you missed papa?" He uttered typically without even feeling a pang of single guilt.I just stared at him blankly since I didn't feel anything. Neither anger, despair, nor pain. Zilch."Won't you let me inside our home?"When he