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“You are clinically insane.” A soft amused sound echoed faintly through the speakers and I hated how aware I’d become of his reactions already. It wasn’t a full laugh. Adrian rarely sounded openly emotional. But there was always something beneath his voice now. Something subtle. Entertained maybe. Which somehow made him more dangerous. I rolled onto my back slowly again before glaring toward the ceiling. “You listened to my entire conversation?” “The house audio system monitors unusual emotional distress.” “That is the most manipulative rich-person sentence I’ve ever heard.”

Bones grinding audibly against each other, steps uneven and halting, as if he were relearning to walk on limbs that had been forcibly remade in some feverish, self-inflicted nightmare. His body had been twisted by Jade's experiments… skin stretched too tight over malformed muscles, veins bulging black under translucent flesh, eyes sunken into hollows that burned with a madness no sanity could reach. I’d wake up gasping, sheets tangled around me, convinced the scent of his decay still clung to my skin, to my soul.

He paused, his head tilting as if listening to a distant melody. "But you know what they say about patience. It's a virtue I possess in absolutely no quantity whatsoever." The metal jaws clamped down around another tooth, this one further back. The man's body went rigid, his muffled screams reaching a fever pitch as Zandrei applied a slow, steady pressure, savoring the resistance before the final, sickening give. He pulled, the root tearing free with a wet, ripping sound that made one of the newer men down the line flinch.

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

But it penetrated that person's cavernous gaze ,who was still standing at a far distance from her, but now his feets had started making their way on their own towards her, towards his insanity's sanity. Inessa , who had her eyes closed by now felt a gloomy silence to wash over her entire surrounding ,as people who were whispering murmuring talking had became completely quiet, like her entire surrounding got deprived of every sensation and movement and the only thing which could be heard was a loud and thudding sound of shoes tackling on the wooden floor, which started getting more closer to her.

if one could describe a large pile of minced meat mixed with broken limbs and organs while the only things that are mostly intact were hundreds of severed heads, each of them having a mad smile on them. The current situation is like the mind of each cultivator descends into madness and then they fight at each other before their body crumbles because that mince meat was so finely grain like a grain of dust and ash but instead of the normal dust it consists of fine dust of meat and organs piling up atop sea of blood formed from hundreds of people.

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.

me" up. The technicians tried to hold her back, but she seemed to have gone mad, shoving them away with unexpected strength. Then, as if a sudden thought struck her, Mom lunged for the control tablet. "Yes, that's it! A restart! Once I reboot the system, she'll be back to normal!" As she frantically tapped across the screen, sweat trickled down her forehead, smudging the makeup she had so carefully put on. "Unable to locate self file," a mechanical voice droned from the control panel. "The host consciousness has been erased." Mom was taken aback. "Erased? That's impossible! She was perfectly fine just a moment ago! She wouldn't leave me like this. She wouldn't!"

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.

he swayed his arm to welcome him into the bedroom. The bedroom was more like an apartment, there's a foyer, two armchairs on either side, a huge round table in the middle and there's a living room, an office desk, and chairs before the actual bedroom. When he stepped in, Pasquale observed the condition of the entire room which he thought was a direct depiction of Armand's state of mind. It was chaotic, unorganized, hysterical, and borderline psychotic. He saw the naked woman lying on his bed in the bedroom, high as a kite, white powdery substance was scattered like dust, and Armand stood naked with his thing dangling in front of him.