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Damien let out a loud laugh and added, “That’s what filthy pets like you get." The moment I saw his spit glistening on the pizza, a strange, depraved hunger surged through me. Instead of feeling disgusted, I actually craved it even more. The thought of eating something he had marked made my pussy throb with fresh need. I wanted it. I wanted to prove how low I was willing to go for him. Marcus tossed the spit-covered slice across the room. It landed near the coffee table. “Fetch, bitch.”

“You confessed to plotting double murders.” “It was just one.” He dropped his hands dramatically, tilting his head. “Are we gonna debate on that?” “Fine,” I sighed. “Whatever.” “Guess who’s getting another cell all to himself?” he said, tapping his knuckles against the mattress. “You?” I refused to show the shock on my face as I asked. It’s expected that psychopaths like me should be isolated from the sane people. “I don’t know, man. Could be me, us — depending on how you behave.”

“I changed my mind, I want this asshole to beg, but before you do, I want you to apologize to Cara for what you did to her.” The deputy looked up at Rancid and stared into his eyes. “Fuck you, she was the best pussy I’ve ever had and I’d do it again.” “How did you ever get to be a lawman? What kind of sick fuck pretends to protect the public and then takes advantage of them?” Ashley spoke up, “He’s a sociopath.” “What’s that mean?” “He has no remorse for what he does.” “I see that.” “What you’re doing won’t do any good, you can’t change him or his ways.”

“Have her moved to the second floor. It would seem my queen favors her.” His queen, he says. I would laugh, but I have none of that left in me, so I stay still, watching Raya and the guard leave, watching him walk across my room and retrieve a piece of cloth, with which he wipes my cheeks gently. Atticus confuses me on some days. The thing about psychopaths that makes them deadly is their unpredictable nature. He would backhand me when necessary, roughen me up, and then tend to my injuries with such gentleness, it is hard to believe those hands belong to a monster.

I shut my eyes, moaning at the delicious sensation his fingertips were offering. “Trust me, pet. I have no reason to. I mean, why would I?” he continued gently, making perfect sense. “Why on earth would I take out an entire pack and cover it up like nothing happened? I don't go around killing people for no just cause. I'm not a menace.” “But you're a psychopath. You don't need a reason to do bad things. The world is practically in your fingertips, and you don't care about what is right.”

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

Humored him, and he found me insane but after finding out about the deaths he had caused that night he found me, I know there is no limit for that man nor does he understand what that word means. There is not much to go on about him but I had spent weeks learning about the people he had killed, how merciless he was. He was probably an undiagnosed psychopath with his obsession of causing chaos no matter where he went and my behavior of doing the same must be familiar to him so he will see me as a kindred soul. He has to. Fucking has to.

See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

Somehow before they started to become a sadistic killer, they were the best experts in several areas, such as archeology researchers, math teachers, magician, escape master. They were photographers, even the best, lawyers, pharmacists, they were the best teachers of letters, chemists, mathematicians, engineers, even a businessman in the construction business, who one day from one hour to the next, were married people, of good , related..., but suddenly... They initially kept in touch with Yue, who at various times, at some point in his life, he started meeting with a psychiatrist, who happened to be a psychopathic cannibal, but he was a master of psychology, until they simply became psychopa

I continued, my voice getting higher, "Niklaus Specter is clearly a PSYCHO! What kind of man asks for a second date after THAT disaster? He's probably a pervert! He's probably attracted to wild, crazy women because he has some weird fetish!" "Kels…" "What kind of man hears 'I smoke pot with children around' and thinks 'Yes, I'd like more of that'? A CRAZY man, that's who!" I was on a roll now. "He's probably dangerous. Unstable. Maybe he collects crazy women like some people collect stamps!" "You're being ridiculous…" "I'M being ridiculous? HE'S the one who wants a second date!" I pointed at nothing in particular. "Any normal person would have run screaming. But no, not Niklaus Specter. He p