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Marcel rambled on nervously after listening to her hazy brother’s explanation and precautionary measures. “Do you really believe a monster that created such a drug in the first place would also make something to stop it? He’s not looking to retreat Marcel… Victor Ambrose would have killed his own mother if he had to.” Surely Mike had seen enough over the past few weeks to easily determine what sort of person the man was. He was a certified psychopath! “So… am I going to be like an invisible creep stealing bodies from an asylum?” The girl continued to question hoping to ease the tension in her heart.

He had spoken casually but his eyes were sharp , searching , assessing even " It would be a real shame if I have to hurt you Bella , especially when Jake had gone sweet on you . " Oook , why was I getting a feeling that I was dealing with a major psychopath cum interrogator ? " Well then I suggest you don't hurt me at all " I offered with a sweet smile " you can just walk away you know - or you can just sit beside me with a book that's gonna give you even more crazy ideas " Conan arched a brow then settled himself even more comfortably before propping his book Games people play by Eric Berne open on his lap " its not going to give me crazy ideas " Conan assured me as he tapped the pages of t

She says and walks out, leaving him alone to stew in the mess he made. He walks around the room pouring gasoline over all the bodies before throwing a match and watching the bar set alight. After a year of being with Devyn, they all thought he had gotten soft. But her absence just made him flip his humanity switch. She created a monster even worse than who he used to be... now everyone was a target. Getting into his Bugatti, he floored it and decided to drive all the way to Dimitri Baranov’s estate in New York. Nothing better than 15 hours on the road to seethe and piss him off even more.

at least not in a city, well maybe in a village, in Texas. Hmm, how psychopath looks? I heard that they look like normal people, maybe one of those quiet persons... You know, those men with glasses and a kind smile, who are slim, and not physically strong, and you never would say that this person could do any harm, even for a fly. But this old man, well he doesn't look like he couldn't do any harm, no...he has something evil, he doesn't smile a lot too. He doesn't have that kindly creepy smile like with it he would try to tell: 'don't be afraid go with me, I will give you a candy if you will...

In resignation, I retreated into a toilet stall, knowing it was a futile attempt to escape. Locking the door behind me offered only a temporary reprieve. I knew it would only delay the inevitable. "Daisy, don't run away from me," he called out. "You know it's pointless, don't you?" I shivered at his words, paralyzed with fear. "Just let me kill you," he continued, his tone twisted and sadistic. "But don't worry, I won't let a beautiful body like yours go to waste. I'll rape it until it's nothing but a lifeless shell." His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath.

His head was buried in a thick novel, but at her sight, he instantly hid the novel behind—a novel an 11-year-old boy shouldn't be reading. It was r rated, not because it was erotica or anything. But because it was a disturbing psychopath thriller book with torture and the deaths of people written in detail. It revolves around a psychopath who derives pleasure from torturing his fellow humans’ beings. He killed for fun on days he was tired, raped both women and men on days he felt sexually excited, and kidnapped human beings then cut their bodies piece by piece until they bled to death. Recording all his evil deeds and posting them for the whole world to see. But don’t worry, there was a hero

This time, she left everything to the God of her life and death. Dita turned around slowly out of fear, she closed her eyes. "Don't look down, raise your face," the guy took out his gun again, and raised Dita's chin with the gun. Making Dita almost pee her pants. "Don't kill me, I promise I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." Dita raised her two fingers to form a peace sign, with a terrified expression, her eyes still closed, not daring to open them. The guy was a little stunned at Dita's beauty, he felt his blood rushing violently, his heart was also racing faster, like he liked it? But, it's impossible for a psychopath to fall in love, right?

So I don't know how this book will be for some of you guys as it is extremely dark and might be frustrating for some. It has nonconsensual sexual intimacy, very traumatic past, extremely controlling and dominating both male leads, remember none of the male leads are hero, they both are Villains but in their own way. The female lead just have to choose the villian who she finds tolerable enough. The male lead is a psychopath, and a monster. Remember he's not a human, so don't expect him to have emotions or human like tendency to understand his wrongdoings. In animals, if they want something they need to have it no matter the way. There is no rules, no crime committed by the king. So this book

“Tell me about the man who killed Catherine Thompson.” The shift was subtle, but it was enough. I forced myself to push Bobby out of my mind and focus instead on the crime itself, on Catherine, on the details that had kept me awake night after night. “You’re dealing with a sexual psychopath,” I began, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to me. “Her murder was a manifestation of corrupt lust.” “There were no signs of sexual assault.”

“The unit got in the way of my business operations and needed to be eliminated. Rhino horn is a lucrative income.” When Max first assessed Kris, he’d thought he was a sociopath. He was wrong. Muller was so much more. A textbook psychopath. Callous, yet charismatic. Manipulating others with charm and mimicking feelings to present as “normal” to society. Organized in his criminal thinking, displaying little emotion, even under situations that most would find horrifying. He was keenly aware that what he was doing was wrong but didn’t give a damn. Max tucked an ill-looking Abby in a little closer. “What do you want, Muller? Get to the point.”