American Psycho Novels & Stories

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.

That's why he can hurt me now because he don't have to hide his real identity. "You're a psycho." I said coldly. He gently touches my face, I looked at the other side. I don't want his touch. I feel disgusted. "Don't touch me. You don't have the right to touch me!" I shouted. He grab my hair this time. I thought ill lose my head the moment he grabs it! Why do he need to hurt me physically? Yeah right. Psycho's don't have conscience. They don't give a damn about someone, just their own pleasure.

note that this is illegal. With a deep breath, Athena clicked on the files Jay had sent her, and a series of mugshots filled her screen. Five faces stared back at her, each with a haunting story to tell. The first inmate, Karam Abigal, sent a shiver down Athena's spine. The sheer brutality of his crimes, the annihilation of an entire family, shook her to her core. It was chilling to read that he suffered from depression and schizophrenia, mental illnesses that seemed to contribute to the unimaginable acts he had committed. His impending death in five months added another layer of gravity to the situation.