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When she was safely back in her apartment, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the encounter and the story of the serial killer had simply appeared, fully formed, in her mind. The next day she had shelved her original story and her fingers had flown over the keyboard as she built this new character, a man who was the non-dominant personality of an oblivious host. The host had no idea he had another personality loitering in his mind, and he had no idea what that other personality got up to. Meanwhile, the other personality, Hyde, was murdering his way through criminals, satisfying his blood lust with the worst members of society. And Mason had been her inspiration.

One single night, and he’d already turned his quarters into a slaughterhouse. “You know,” he said, finally sitting up, a weird smile curling his lips, “I wanted to give you a surprise this morning. And I’m glad you’re surprised.” This guy was a psychopath. Why hadn’t I clocked it before? The arrogance, the cruelty, the casual violence—I’d read them as entitlement, as the spoiled behavior of a rich brat who’d never faced consequences. But this was something else. This was a lack of something fundamental, a hole where empathy should have been.

"I never cared about that when he tried to kill me or stole from me or broke my door, I know he is dangerous but he became dangerous because of something I want to find out." "We can't allow you in there alone he could literally..." "Let him do anything he wants to do, you are disrupting my job and you know exactly what that could cost you if I decide to repost this case." he looked completely taken aback by my words as he stopped. "Oh great! It's her just let her be Demon she won't listen to you, it's the famous crazy psychiatrist" a man came out of nowhere and I have no idea who he is. "Who are you?"

I'm willing to bet those two men are close to one another, just like my friends and I are. “I think I get to play with him. I heard a rumor that Sidhe peels dicks like bananas. I’d like to try it myself. I heard he learned it from Blood Angel who learned it from Corpse Collector. The Collector is my idol,” he says with false excitement. His face appears to look forward to the idea of it, but his voice is terrifyingly hollow. It reminds me of Doc Fox. So the question is, was this Camden guy made this way like Fox, or was he born that way? Psychopaths are born without emotions or empathy and sociopaths are created as a trauma response to not have emotions or feel empathy. So which one is this

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

One of them says I'm still stuck that he felt the same in his first few months out of prison. It doesn't take much time for me to clear off the litters of paper around the room. I could not make much from it. I was the kind of guy who thought everyone liked him. I had my reservations about some people but I never showed it so I thought people saw me as the cool guy. Apparently even the cool guys have enemies. I cross over to Helen's house and rap on the back door. She would not want me to use the front because of invisible eyes. I don't blame her for being paranoid. Anyone that has been other people's business for a long time will still think everyone is interested in her affairs.

“You’re telling me to relax now while you even killed me a while ago!” “Don’t overreact Joeff, these gentle hands of mine can only kill mosquitoes and yummy fish.” And these words were followed by a finger heart. “Oppa!” and I hurriedly ran away from him. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

I could still hear my voice echo faintly around us. I couldn't hold it back anymore, it had to be said. This man was a psychopath, a sadist, a deranged cult leader, he was everything in the book that was wrong. I makes me wonder what happened in his life made him the way he is now. No one is just born with a mindset like this, it's disturbing and upsetting that these were his beliefs that he stands by. Ian looks calmly to me. His expression was completely relaxed, which scared me. But I stand by every word I said.

'Mr. Rockwell, are you listening?' I said and stood up from my desk. My cabin was like a medium-sized room with a shelf on the left full of files of my clients. There was another shelf on the right-hand side in the corner which had many books mostly about psychopathy and some books related to calm someone's mind. I mostly recommend that ones to my patients. In the middle of the room was my table, I had one chair on the wall side for me, behind my chair there was a window. A beautiful lawn could be seen from there.

Never touched, never kissed… I didn’t want this man—this former psychopath—taking my first time. Sex was sacred, meant for after a real wedding. Not some made-up story I’d concocted to save my skin. His face brightened again, and he flashed me a smile that made my breath catch. Zeus was stunning—paler than I was, with eyes the color of burnt charcoal and a shape that could only be described as siren-like. Everything about him was unique—his features, his build, his presence. If we’d met under different circumstances, maybe I would’ve fallen for him at first sight.