Interviewing Psychopath Novels & Stories

Today I am very upset because Sinta, my son's former baby sitter, is throwing a tantrum again after I sweat a few times. However, he still tested my patience until finally I went to his apartment and I killed him by giving him poison but with a high quality poison so that it would not raise suspicions if one day someone found him dead, many times. I warn you not to test my patience and don't let my eyes darken until I end up at the funeral but that stupid woman never listens to what I say until I am really dark.

ugh, talking of the mood swingman. "It's for you then," he says. I yelled on a low pitch, In surprise. "What is for me?" "I am satisfied with your potentials and experience, so this question is to test you if you will look at me in disgust and walk away, but you didn't," He said, laughing with a trail of Italian accent mixed in his voice. He gestured me to my desk and left. The interviewer just now is a Strange man. Why are all the men that I've to meet in this my life strange? He is like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance.

I don’t care if its part of interrogation ethics, or let’s say for the sake of formality of this interview, but you’re being insensitive. MATTHEWS: (cries silently) INVESTIGATOR: I’m sorry, Mr. Exposito, but I’m just following the police interview protocol. I understand you’re feeling a little upset right now, but— EXPOSITO: Upset? No. No! I’m not upset. I’m disgusted. You already saw the crime scene, didn’t you? How do you feel? If you are on my position, if you are a student who just wanted to offer some help but ended up seeing that thing, how would you react? Would you accept ‘good morning’ from someone after what you just witnessed?

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

“I’m not at liberty to say. And please, call me Richard. However, the psychopathology of criminal behavior usually leads a person toward violent—not white collar—crimes. You must also know that persons with mental illness are much more likely to become victims of crime than perpetrators.” “I’m not sure where you’re heading, Richard.” “Sometimes criminal behavior is a cry for help. In those cases, criminal intent can be simply part of their psychological profile. In other words, the patient has trouble discerning right from wrong.” “Has my client given any indication that he doesn’t know right from wrong? Has he been diagnosed with mental illness? I’m asking because the prosecuting attorney w

I could forgive his sexist comments but now he is being down right suggestive and gross. "I think we're done here," I say as I plaster a fake smile on my face, I stand up to shake his hand. "I'll be getting back to you," I add as I open the door to let him out. Once he is out of the room I make a throat cutting gesture to Mathew he promptly crosses him off the list. Nodding his head in agreement. The hours went by as I interviewed a big headed vampire who wouldn't stop staring at my neck which creeped me out to the greatest extent. Another highly suggestive werewolf and some guy who was definitely drunk off his head. So basically the day went on with no progress in hiring a trainer.

was his response. "You didn't really put me through the interview process for the job, but I still got it... I am only curious as to why that is the case, your honor." I inquired of him with a questioning expression on my face. "Hmm... You were successful in the interview that I conducted with you, thus the employer decided to hire you. When people are in a desperate situation, we test their mental state to determine whether or not they are able to maintain their composure. When I spotted you, I could see that you were in a bind and that you desperately needed a job. When you got at my office, however, I had to break the news to you that you would not be getting the job because it had been f

"Oh no you won't. Come on, let's sit down. Tell me why are you shitfaced at 5pm?" "Heeey I've told you I'm not shitfaced…yet! And ok if you really want to know." I took one last deep breath before I started telling him all about my interview. "You see I had an interview for a job today. Or is it a job interview? Ah never mind, that's irrelevant right now, we will come back to this issue later. So I had this thing and it was all going smoothly, until they asked for my former jobs. I was honest with them and told them where I worked. And after that they've told me, they can't afford to hire someone who is sexually abusive towards their coworkers. Me! Sexually abusive! I didn't even get laid i

It's the oldest method of torture, one of my favorites without a doubt. —I don't even have to ask if you're happy, your face says it all. —Well, you surprised me —I say without taking my eyes off the table. —Well, it's all yours. Have fun and it's not necessary to extract information or keep him alive. Do whatever your instinct tells you, my psychopath. —I just nod my head and he leaves, leaving me alone with the individual. I approach him, who raises his gaze, looking puzzled, wondering what I'm doing here.

I try to collect myself, inhaling slow and deep as we approach the interview room. When I step in, I freeze for a second. The room is full. Candidates. A lot of them. Not just local wolves—these are people from alpha families, from other high-ranking packs. People who didn’t need this job... but clearly wanted it. I scan the room, feeling like the only outsider. I find a seat in the corner, silently prepping myself. A moment later, Nathan walks in with a clipboard. “Interviews will begin shortly,” he announces. “First up is Miss Morwin.”