He Manages Me Sadistically Novels & Stories

This is a welcome-back introduction I guess. “Are you satisfied now?” I asked as calmly as I could. “There is no satisfaction in seeing you sad and helpless. Seeing you sad is what gives me joy,” he stated awfully. How can anyone be so heartless? If he wasn’t a devil’s incarnate, what then was he? “Okay then, carry on,” I said. He only smiled and left my office.

The man in front of me is the biggest psychopath. A muscle ticked in his jaw and see, like a psycho he gave the answer like a sadist, crushing my right wrist in his hand. It’s fucking painful but I gulp them down not exposing the injured expression on my face, he has seen my tears already. I don’t want to see the pity in his eyes. Even if it seems far more than pity, like hurt as if he is the one is hurt here.

Yet, I keep spiralling. “You think I am a joke don’t you?” He raise a brow at my question. “Is this entertainment for you? Saying all these things and belittling me…” “Belittle?” “You are under arrest, Mr. Harding, I am not a toy for you to play with. Keep your hands to yourself henceforth.” He groans. “Every time we make progress, the stick up your ass gets stuck up even further.” “Huh?” The minuscule of control I had few seconds ago was slipping again.

I realized how evil I was, I swear, there was something wrong with me. "You shouldn't go out in public," His voice was hoarse. "You should be chained in a cell without food or water." I scoffed, looking at him still on the floor, wilting in pain. "Is that what you want?" Who is the sadist now? "I have no idea." Finally, I heard him take a deep breath. "I would die if I were just a poor human being." "And I will mark today as the best day of my life." I smiled happily. "Oh, sorry pun."

It was feeling pleasurable. I started gaping. Don't tell me it is that thing. "Seems like you are having fun," he said smirking. "But it won't be, since I am here," he said. And turned it to max level. It was paining badly. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. Tears rushed out of my eyes. "Now that is something," he said smiling. "Have fun, good night, Emily," he said and went out of my room. It was paining badly. What the hell! How can he do something like this? I wish I could shout right now. I was tired and in pain. I was feeling helpless. He is a fucking sadist. That bloody mafia. Does he even have a heart?

Julia hissed with her tiny voice. "Mmm-mhmm!" Anna made a sound trying to get Julia's attention. When she finally succeeded in getting her attention she shook her head trying to send a signal for her to stop talking. Anna knew the psychopath in front of them is not someone to be messed with, he can be so heartless to hurt a kid without feeling remorse about it. And now Julia is crossing the line by provoking him. Two steps and he was squatting in front of Julia twitching his jawline. He gripped Julia's right arm and twisted it gently but harder.

"I am well educated and have an experience of 2 years. Why would anybody say no" "Because I am saying so," he said while rhyming the words. It was looking like he was completely enjoying the show. He was getting pleasure by seeing me in trouble. I thought of him as a good man but I think he is a kind of sadistic who derives pleasure by inflicting pain to others. "No one can dare to go against my will because everyone loves their business. I can shut their business with just a flick of my finger" he added "But ....but I cannot live here"

He looks someone who's in exorcism. His eyes widely open as a wide creepy smile formed. He looks like a psychopath that has found it's target. "Yes. I am crazy. Does it really important? No, right? What's important is... To make sure that Gavin will suffer. To make him beg. To make him chose death over living. To see him miserable..." He said as he walked towards me. He knelt in one lowered his face and grabbed my cheeks with his one hand. "Ugh." I could feel pain as his nails pierce through my skin. It hurts but not as my tummy hurts.

"Business to conduct. Deals to make. Instead, I had to massacre my way through a mansion looking for you. Had to threaten my own guards. Had to interrupt an auction and murder one of my business associates." "I'm sorry," I whisper again, tears streaming down my face now. "I'm sorry, I didn't know—" "Sorry doesn't fix this." He releases my chin abruptly and sits back. "Sorry doesn't undo the fact that everyone in that room now knows you're my weakness. That I'll burn everything down for you." He runs a hand through his hair, and I notice his fingers are slightly longer. Sharper. Claws beginning to emerge. He's losing control of his shift.

He grips me with such brute, bruising force that My breathing is shorty cut by his force. Tears burned my eyes and my vision started blurring. Just when I thought I'm dead he loosens his hold on my neck. I galloped fat amounts on air, breathing hard near his face. this man is sick. "don't touch me," I somehow managed to say. Like the devil, he laughs out a sadistic chuckle. "don't touch you? I am going to do more than just touch you. I warned you but you just didn't listen."