روايات وقصص ضمن Criminally Insane

Thanked fuck, my system weirdly purged them faster each time I took them. My body had been acting weird ever since I was forced into this place of the criminally insane. I still had no idea where I was or why. Let’s be real. If I had a choice, I would definitely not be here, surrounded by these sick fucks. They over-medicate the young girls and women to take advantage of them. What better way to get your dick wet than by using drugged-up women and girls who couldn’t fight back. I shivered at the possibilities. Trust me, it could happen, it's basically the plot of all serial killer movies, always target the unsuspecting.

Having the same thought, the people exchanged looks and one of them stepped forward to ask the question in everyone's mind, "since you are her husband, how are you intending to pay for the damage?" " Pay for the damage ? My wife has just been diagnosed with mental illness. Article 18 of the criminal law states that if a mentally ill patient causes harm or damage,he or she should not be held responsible since she can't recognize her own actions even though murder is not an exception, or what do you think ?" Xavier asks his audience with a smirk. While saying this, he was looking at her expression, but the woman remained calm, staring up at him. ," You want to get away without compensation ?"

The psychiatrist conducted a series of simple questions and tests on me, and I used everything I had seen from real psychiatric patients in my past life in prison to fool him completely. His preliminary diagnosis was suspected acute stress disorder, with severe delusions and paranoia. He then recommended my immediate transfer to a specialized hospital for further diagnosis and treatment. Harold looked at the diagnosis report in his hand with a grim expression. If I were certified as mentally ill, then any actions I took would be under limited capacity and wouldn't be criminally punishable. This bank robbery case might end up going nowhere in the end. Harold looked at me. His gaze was full of

"Like you said, Fifth Prison is where many mentally ill criminals are imprisoned. Perhaps that man is also mentally unstable, which was why he claimed that he was sane." Jonah wasn't too bothered. In a cold voice, he continued, "It's just like how drunk people would never admit that they've had too much to drink." "There's a huge difference between the two," Alyssa interjected, drawing both Sean and Jonah's attention. "In fact, people with mental illness often believe everyone else is insane, while they are the only sane ones in the room."

Perhaps I should have shot the bastard when I had the chance. Too late now.... "And then pick up where he left off? Sheesh.... that's an uncomfortable thought.... you think he's mad enough for that?" "Yup. In fact, 'mad' is an interesting way of putting it. I'm told by Will Stanton that he may not end up in prison at all. He's got doctors arguing that he's psychotic, criminally insane; and lawyers on both sides saying he should be locked up for the good of the rest of the human race, but in a secure hospital. Personally, I think he's just an evil bastard.

It was easy to see after such cruel abuse of the homeless man that the abuser had a serious psychological defect. ‘This woman is very dangerous and abnormal. Her maximum sin value must be over 60!’ Jack thought.

Paige felt a bit uneasy around Nina. Nina had struggled with depression which was a form of mental illness. It was important to note that a mentally ill person cannot be not legally punishable for killing someone. What if Nina went insane? While killing her might be unlikely, Paige was pregnant. A simple fall or bump could be detrimental to the baby. Paige needed to be cautious. Nina quickly caught up with Paige. She said with a smile, "Paige, where are you heading? Let's grab a cup of coffee together."

With soft words she would take the rage out of its gaze until it would allow her hands to touch and leash it so it could no longer hurt him. ‘His state would be helpful to assess his sanity,’ one of the officers said. ‘Any thoughts?’ In extreme situations people aren’t ever sane. So how could they be, in a year like this, and who was to decide it, in a time when no one was allowed to make decisions? ‘Wouldn't that be presumptive?’ She refused an answer. ‘I mean, how am I supposed to know how sane someone is? Don't you need a degree for that?’ As far as Tom was concerned on the 25th a degree wouldn't have been necessary. Not sane at all, he’d been and would often refer to his lost sanity hims

Since he was just there silently standing in front of me, I felt I should tell him something, something relevant, "You won't believe what I found out, this place is actually a psychiatric asylum!" He didn't seem surprised and just looked at me, "Isn't it?" he replied. "You knew?" I asked… "Uhm… yeah, I originally got admitted here for PTSD, although… Most of the patients here are criminals that were discovered to have psychopathic tendencies, there are also some psychopaths admitted here who haven't committed a crime. I just go along with it since I don't want to go anywhere at that time… before we knew it everyone was already playing the Termination Game."

A familiar voice broke the trance of my thought. " Blake?" I breathed out his name in disbelief when he gestured towards the glass full of water in his hand. The crave to quench my throat filled my consciousness but by suppressing that urge, I hesitatingly took a step back and shook my head. " Leave." I whispered. His deep black eyes stared into mine with nothing but offering a pure comfort as if he was there to heal my wounds but in a flicker of emotions in his eyes, he became distant. Right. After all what I can expect from another criminal who is nothing but a pawn of Zachary behind the façade of friendship? These all are criminals, they had murdered many innocents. How can they offer hea