Interviewing Psychopath Novels & Stories

Cane. “Love…” he came in with pursed lips and swiping on his hair. “I’ve got some news. His psychiatric test results are in. He is a clinically diagnosed psychopath and has a plethora of other mental illnesses. I’m sure he’s going to use it as his defense.” “So… it’s unlikely he’s going to jail?” I asked, afraid of the answer. “Yes, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. He might not rot in prison but he is going to a mental institution. I will make sure he’s locked up, I promise.”

“No problem. I got the files of the applicants that the HR had interviewed. They’re on my desk.” “Do you want to handle the final interview? I will help you with half of them.” “Yeah. What are you looking for in an employee?” “Hardworking, responsible, and can work under pressure. I don’t care if they have criminal records as long as not murderers and psychopaths. Everyone deserves a second chance.” He smiled, nodding. “I guess Tara has chosen the right person.” “You think so?” I smiled back. “Because I feel like I don’t deserve her.”

“Or something as petty as theft. Preferably it’s the first one.” “Yeah.” Teague laughed. “We know how you like your psychopaths.” “Can you blame me? The crazy ones are always the best fuck.” Abandoning my bed, I pulled on a pair of sweats and checked my face in the mirror, running a hand over the dark brown stubble starting on my chin. A new intake was always interesting, especially when it was a girl. We liked girls here.

He doesn't look like he's going to talk and I'm not sure how to make him talk. “Listen buddy, sooner or later, you're gonna tell me what I need to know. I don't care if I have to squeeze the truth out of you.” I said but he smirked. Oh jeez! This one is a psychopath. “Be my guest.” “Just so you know, I won't give you an easy death. You'll wish you told me what I needed to know.” I told him, putting up my stern face. He only grinned at me and continued to struggle with the chains, grunting and groaning.

MARCUS I was going crazy; it was like Jennifer was possessed. The way she was threatening me, it made me wonder what happened to her, the woman we met and interviewed. Or was the person she was showing me now the real her and the woman we interviewed was fake. Was it all a lie? I did say there was something with her that I couldn’t put my finger on. I guess this was it, she was a psychopath and a pathological liar. There was no way a normal person could act the way she did. I feared for my wife as she didn’t seem to like her much.

What do you mean? Only that this interrogation was just for the facade. I don't think I understand ... I mean, it wasn't needed. All I wanted to do was annoy her. I don't know if you noticed, but since I've been working on the case and I've been listening to you talk about Sarah and her uncontrolled outings, I've changed my tactics. Know that sociopaths have a weakness, that is their volcanic nature. Ant that is our advantage. Once touched and tarnished that pride, they are more likely to give up. So I rely heavily on this theory which I see works wonderfully. The more nervous the better!

He looked up to see, if Sia was following through and he found her attentively listening to him, just like what was expected of her. “ He was arrested right on spot and convicted of three murders...The only thing, that didn't add up, was his lack of any statement. He neither denied the allegation nor confessed to them...He is in Central Jail now! ” Sighing for the nth time, Professor closed the file and slided it towards Sia, giving her a thorough observing look. “ What disorder do you think he has? ” Professor relaxed back in his seat and crossed his hands together. “ Maybe he is a sociopath...I can't say for sure before meeting him personally! ” Shrugging her shoulders, Sia stated honestly

“That guitarist guy kept coming out here asking if anyone had seen you before their show started.” She smiled. Eager to see her, was he? The guard shoved the metal fence piece slightly so she could squeeze between two of the barriers. “Thanks for keeping my guys safe.” She patted him on the cheek and walked the inside of the barrier toward the building. Several fans milled near the back door, waiting for the band to come outside. Maybe now would be a good time to do a preliminary survey for her research. Nothing formal. She didn’t have her survey questions set yet, but she could do a few informal interviews to get a better idea of how to ask questions. The hardest part about studying psychol

That was a very big mistake because what I saw make me shock to the bones. I saw cute guy... sorry the interviewer guy brutally beating some guy up. He had blood stain all over his shirt. Obviously from the guy he was abusing. My eyes widened when he suddenly brought out a pistol. "I won't ask again. who sent you? Who sent you to kill me??" He asked pointing the gun towards the almost lifeless man. "Kill????" I thought puzzled still peeping at them. "You will never find out. Just kill me!!" "Do you really think I can't?? The interviewer asked cocking his gun.

That happens when you don't have much of a life aside from trying to keep yourself in any form of employment while caring for an ill mother. After a few more standard interview questions peppered with ones meant to draw out if I’m a drunk or secretly like to snort illegal substances — like I could even afford either of those anyway — Beth seemed pleased with my candidacy. At least if I were to judge by the way she kept insisting on displaying her teeth along with the red smudge of lipstick that looked like part of her denture. And yes, I’m a horrible person and a coward because I never mentioned it to her. God, I hope that wasn't intentional and part of the test.