Inanimate Insanity Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I couldn't move or speak. I felt nervous as though something bad was going to happen to me. If Lisa was taken back to the psychiatric hospital, what would stop her from breaking out again? Nothing! And this time it will be easier for her to find me and slit my throat in my sleep. My anxiety sucked the energy left in me. I blacked out. **** My arms weren't wrapped in bandages. And I couldn't feel my back, it was numb. It was as though my body was alien to me. I couldn't feel the pain. I was wondering if I have lost the sensation to feel.

… When they displayed the sisters, they were left alive—but with their limbs amputated—in two large urns. We were shocked by the intensity of the brothers' insanity. Zagreus even beamed at me. "Don't worry. This is just the overture. Once their wounds heal, we will cut them up bit by bit again! Until they are dead and in pieces!" "What about their company?" I asked. Zion answered excitedly, "No worries! We've purchased the Steins' company. You will own it tomorrow!" The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood.

This wasn't the life she choose for herself. It wasn't the life she was supposed to have. She hurt him. She ruined him. She made him sink deeper into his darkness. She had a choice and she choose the world over him. She destroyed the pieces of him she managed to gather. 'I, Valentine Fernando, hereby reject you as mate'. She remembered the words clearly. 'What makes you think I'd choose you over them? Who chooses insanity over sanity?'. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her defiant voice screamed in her head.

When I thought that he would seriously hurt me, he would suddenly pull back like something in his mind is still fighting to be the same man that I married and loved. “Something is fighting him,” Anais continues. “He’s at war with himself. Now we just have to find out why it’s like that. And why he seems to be in control one time but completely out of it the next.” She’s right. I open my mouth to start speaking about my ideas, but something weird starts to happen. Suddenly, the entire room goes dark.

So you're going to start acting like it. Something inside me snaps and I start laughing loud like a maniac. ‘This is insane,’ I say, wiping at my face from the tears that are stinging behind my eyes. ‘You’re insane. This whole thing is insane.’ Dante watches me and instantly, he is in front of me, grabbing my neck. ‘Get used to insane, doll. It’s your new life.’

Whenever Amelia and I decide to meet up for a session , we meet in one of my clubs , that’s where I fuck her brains out But that’s not what I want to do with Anna , I want to do it here , I want her screams to only be mine There was a smile on my face as I closed the red room’s door . I was going so fast , fantasising about having sex with a girl I just met . I must be going insane , she really had me wrapped around her finger I took a shower then went to bed , tomorrow’s was going to be an interesting day ~~End of the chapter ~~

Then Samantha came and joined the celebration. *** Janine was staring at nowhere at twelve midnight. She looks at the camera that has been monitoring her. No one was raping her, but she still feel that someone is entering her and fucking her. And every time that she closed her eyes—she could still see those bulky men in her mind. She could see those gays that have big breasts like a woman. For days that they transfer in this crazy facility. Everyone around are crazy. And she's also losing her insanity as time passes.

--- Ines Ines’s voice cut through the tense silence like shards of glass. “No! You can’t! You won’t! He’s mine! Mine!” She spun, pacing erratically, her words a fragmented litany of threats, pleas, and hallucinations. Her eyes darted from one shadow to another, seeing things no one else could see. Objects rattled; a vase tipped over and shattered. Raphael lunged forward. “Ines, stop! Calm down! Please, listen to me!”

In my inebriation, drunkenness the now vacuous, empty glass fell monstrously from my feeble hand hold. I staggered until I could stand--barely-- in front of the wall. Even in my bottomless state of intoxication, the ugly, revolting images of my ghastly treatment to Miss Luca replayed themselves into the eyes of my mind. It was as nauseating as fuck, rendering me crazy. Had I, in truth bodily vituperated Miss Luca -- the woman I loved -- with my own two hands? I had lost my mind. I could not properly conceive any more. For the second time -- maybe even the hundredth that night I "shape shifted" into an animal.

He snatched the bread slices off her tray and shoved them into his mouth. After starving all morning and fueled by the rage of what'd happened the last two days, she lunged at him to snatch it back and shouted, "You psycho!" The man stopped chewing and stared at her expressionlessly. Then, he reached out and grabbed her outstretched right hand. With a sickening crack, he snapped her index finger at a grotesque angle. A pained scream that sounded like the cry of a dying animal escaped her throat. Here, all the tricks she'd learned pretending to be insane, including the fake screamings and bluffs, meant nothing. All she received was harsher, more direct, and more brutal violence.