Novel & Cerita Bloody Cruel Psycho

“Yeah… just pissed. Velan’s a monster and Klaus too. Gotta focus, though. But we will deal with that later, ok!” She sketched a line, her thoughts shifting. “Sure! Now focus… like we said at Alexanderplatz. That guy who hurt me I want him gone.” I glanced at her, keeping my brush moving. “You know who he is?” Her mind tightened and her voice quivered in my head. “Yeah. Lives in my old neighborhood that creepy bastard. A true Psycho.” My jaw clenched, paint streaking red. “Let’s track him down and beat the shit out of him. You’ve got me now.”

On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes. Especially Ellen, who was screaming hysterically because her lover was being killed right in front of her, she screamed until her body trembled when Dr. Drake's body, slowly fell to the floor with a gaping wound on his chest and a corpse covered in blood, while Arabella looked at him with a cynical smile filled with satisfaction. In the midst of the chaos, no one realized that something was actually happening to Steve. The man felt numbness all over his body and slowly his vision blackened out, replaced by th

"There were others much younger than her who thrived, even in the Council. We are done talking!" Another man steps forward with a glass, punctures the toothless prisoner's flesh, and fills his glass with blood. My chest heaves and I freeze. My knees buckle as violent tremors shoot through my body. Cold sweat drips down my back. In my ears beats the rhythm of my heart. I swoon at the sight of so much blood. But the man with blue eyes and a warm voice holds me steady when I sway. What in heaven is happening here?

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

And Cameron—vindictive, cruel Cameron—had deliberately targeted him just to remind me of my place. I spotted him near the bleachers, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. That smug smirk stretched across his lips, as if he knew I’d come, as if he’d been expecting me. His usual entourage lounged around him, laughing at some meaningless joke, preening in his presence like peacocks eager for his approval. I didn’t even acknowledge them. My focus was locked on Cameron’s icy blue eyes. "Cameron," I spat, barely able to control the fury in my voice. "What you did to Noah was disgusting. You had no right."

The young man is almost on the verge of death. " Leave............her," the injured man said with his faint voice which fueled up the angry man's anger more. The angry man ordered those people who were beating the young man," Crush his every single bone. I will make a powder of his bone and then make tea out of it. Then, I will feed it to his bitch." Hearing his psychotic words, the girl lost all the colours from her face. She felt like her soul has already left her body. " Please, don't be so cruel. He will die. Let him go and you can do whatever you want to do with me," The girl again pleaded joining her hands.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

Who would have thought a girl as pretty as she would have such a poisonous tongue? 'F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! So this is the reason why the b*tch did not faint at the sight of raw blood and flesh. I'm out of this! I'm a psycho but this one's another level of psycho! This woman is insane! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!' He got too shaken to the point quite a number of profanities were shouted by his agitated mind. The shock had, in fact, overwritten the self-remorse and other negative feelings brought upon to him by the betrayal of one of his closest confidant a few hours ago.

When all hell break lose.... XAVIER'S P.O.V .... The grey eyes was the psychopath, cause as soon as I stepped on him and I freed myself was as soon as I regretted every single shit. A sharp pain landing awfully hard on the side of my head, the next thing I fucking felt was my red liquid oozing out of my head, dripping down and painting the floor red.

getting up and running as far as i could get from this psycho but his reaction was disgusting. He laughed like he was enjoying it? "You can run for not for too long!" He threw the knife towards me and it hit me in the right shoulder blade. I let out an ear piercing scream. I could feel the pain escorted by th4 dense liquid oozing out. "Hahahahahha" his laugh made me sick to my core. He is psychopath. i closed my eyes not wanting yo look at blood because i have homophobia.( fear of blood) i will pass out if i saw blood.