Interviewing Psychopath Novels & Stories

“Most probably. I don’t know. Psychopaths could mimic others' expressions. But you’ll know one, right?” “Yup. Maybe I should start studying psychology.” I crossed my arms. “It won’t only benefit me but this case… We'll be able to detect who it was.”

He could be a psychopath too. I pressed my lips together, my eyes burning terribly, as the cable tie cut in deeper. Then I summoned a sliver of courage.. “W-who are you?’ I demanded in a voice weak with fear, gasping when the wire inched in deeper. “I asked you to shut the fuck up, bitch!” The psychopath hissed in my ear, his breath fanning on my face, and I risked a quick glance in the rearview mirror, a subtle effort to ID.

They went to meet those patients without prior notice so that we could get the right answer, not a written script. I clenched my jaw tightly while listening to them, flipping a pen between my fingers – a habit that I had developed long ago. “Do we have the video of her interview?” I asked Vera, and she immediately nodded. She projected the interview on the screen. I was surprised to see how arrogantly she talked to the psychologist in the beginning. She not only showed her annoyance at the psychologist’s visit without prior notice but also complained about the questions asked. She bragged about having a powerful boyfriend who could do anything to cure her and also that the doctors wrote much

It was just like he was holding out for something unknown. “For you to get cured of this disorder, you have to take your medication, drink more water, and practice self-meditation.” His hands slammed against the table, the sound echoing in the air. ”I'm not fucking sick!” I stood up, walking towards the small fridge that had been placed on the other side of the office to grab water. He followed me, and this time around I felt something. Rather than fear, I felt pleasure, enough to want to be wanted by the psychopath I treated.

This is exactly how I want Selina to be, I want to know where she is and what she is doing at all times. “Get the technician to connect all cameras in the building to my office. I want to see everything that is happening today, I want to know what my little pet would say in her interview and I want to see her reaction to the job offer.” I instructed John. This interview will not be just about the job, I have specific questions I want her to answer today. I’m going to make the interviewer to ask her personal question. There are things I want to know about her, but she may never answer me honestly. So I’m going to use this interview to get those answers from her without her knowledge.

“What? You think I have the nerve to do that? I see you think I have guts, but—” “I see, I see. You have some spirit. I like that.” What was he going on about? Who in their right mind would want to kill someone? It was never part of my plans to become a criminal. “Let’s conduct an interview, then.” I froze and furrowed my brow at his words. I slowly opened my eyes—they had been squeezed shut in fear. An interview? I had never heard of a robber conducting an interview. “Y-Yes, sir,” I said, my voice still shaking.

The posture should look relaxed but It doesn’t, Even the way his shoulders settle into the chair looks calculated, like he’s adjusting the pieces of a chessboard only he can see. “I didn’t say believe,”He replies calmly as his gaze drifts over my face again, his eyes thoughtful and observant. “I said I wondered how long it would take you to notice.”He says again confirming his words and a strange flicker crawls along the back of my neck. I ignore it. Instead, I cross one leg over the other, forcing myself into the same composed posture I use when interviewing violent offenders who enjoy intimidation games. I might be losing this psychological battle but I would never let him think it’s that

" Clarked was puzzled as Rachel pulled him to sit with her in the sitting room. She showed him Christy's page and every single post she posted about him. The comments and number of likes. The way she showed obsession, her unhealthy way of liking and commenting on his photos, and her neutral posts about his life and businesses. How she was following all his employed heads of different departments of his company and how she followed his company's main social media page. Christy was a sociopath. " We need to inform the police about her, I feel unsafe." " NO, NO.... I am going to have a word with her tomorrow. If she continues then we will involve the police.". Rachel bawled Rachel told a blatan

I asked curiously. He breath so hard and slump on his seat. "Fuck this life. I need to review all my employees profile. I think there's a traitor." I laughed. "Well, you're fucked too." I stopped flipping the pages of the folder that I'm holding. Milda Asuncion. I looked at her picture and it made my chest pump for no other reason. She look sad but nevertheless, she looks like a goddess. "Who… Is this?" I pointed at the picture of her.

Out of the five people that were in the kitchen, at least three people knew him. “Please step forward.” She said, and they did. All of them looked pretty at ease, which threw her off track. “Did he talk to any of you about 2 days ago?” She asked, and they all shook their heads, looking confused. Except the chubby, short one at the left end of the line. He was sweating profusely and refused to look directly at her. “Sir? Did he ask you to do anything for him recently?” She asked, standing in front of him.