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God, it would be so fucking pathetic, and the hunter (me), would become the crushed prey Damnit, why didn't I secretly recorded him last night, so that I can blackmail him if he rejects me I thought to myself, and rubbed my forehead with my right palm, but when I think it through again, it made my eyes widen, cause I actually sounded like some kind of real psychopath for thinking that, a real psychopath that he always calls me, but why should I even care about being a psychopath or not, cause I literally don't know what to do anymore

he stated plainly. (A/N: I wish I could just put the scene the way it was running in my mind. He was acting like a total maniac at the back of my head. Like some psycho. This was what I had in my mind while writing this scene + what a maniac is he... Oh God)

“That's right, it's hard to find someone who's so excellent inside and out, beautiful in appearance, more enthusiastic on the inside, biting hard every time I don't spare, my body is really is lewd as usual. Ha ha, that also justifies me as an excuse to admire a lot of SM. I've ordered some of the top 100 sex products from the LA City Music Club, using them every day, making sure that person opens up that little lewd mouth that my aunt hates every time. rush in” As Martin was in his prime, as he heard it, his face was completely blank, tilting his head and whispering to Jenny who was sitting next to him, "Being a psychologist is so good, you can listen to the

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything. I suddenly stopped reading the names of the books when my right knee hit the wooden shelf. I bent down and rubbed it, trying to soothe the pain. It's like a thunderbolt fell on my knee. It's a little ache but I react to it a lot for a moment. It's terrible, like a thunderbolt! Once again, I glance up at the shelf. It's filled with books which are related to psychology, human development and univer

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

It’s just that some of the elder thinks that I am not fine, so every Friday, I sit with the other kids in trauma for a psychological therapy. “Hi Harold” with their voice in chorus “Would you like to share something about yourself?” a sweet and lovely voice from the head therapist. “I don’t have things to share” my very cold answer, all their faces were in surprise of those words “Well, let’s give Harold sometime for that kids…” and the session went on. Impressive; she has the ability to quickly change the mood inside the room.

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“My psycho-what?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “Yes” “The psychotherapist who attended to you at the hospital. She had testified that you were mentally stable. but she also said memory loss or amnesia can sometimes lead to insanity. So she said if we perhaps notice any symptoms of mental disorder, we shouldn't hesitate to give her a call” “So are you trying to insinuate that I'm getting mad?” “Of course not!” “Of course yes!” “No! that's not what I mean”

"That sounds nice." "Yea.. I could feel his heartbeat so closely. It was fast. But it calmed me down. I think...that's when I found out I too, had feelings for him." "Oh. You like him?" I chuckled. "Right? I like my own target. I like a psycho. I..like a killer." "I don't think there's anything wrong with that." "What do you mean?" "A psycho is a psycho for a reason. There's must've been a trigger for that. He was once normal, you know?"