Psycho Screams Novels & Stories

I scream. It’s a raw, animal sound that tears my throat. I swing my fist. I drive the key into his eye. SQUELCH. The sound is wet. Horrifying. The Reaper shrieks. He drops my legs, clutching his face. Blood spurts between his fingers, black in the shadows. "My eye! She got my eye!" The other two drop me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my teeth. I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming.

a serious voice is asking her response in some seconds. Keesha Monteverde took a loud breath, "be my sex partner! A wide smile creates from the face him! "What? I cannot hear you… baby" A sarcastic reply is making the sensation rise. She pulls her hair up to her body can stretch; a loud scream is hovering inside the room! "AHHH! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE! JOSTEIN!" her tears automatically fall to her face. A poor and helpless young lady is screaming for her life in the hands of the handsome psycho.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

I looked at Denver and he was just smiling nervously. Thirty minutes passed 11 and most of the people were in their drunken state. The DJ in front was playing upbeat music and they really added spice at the party. People were screaming and I could tell that they were really enjoying the event. I felt my phone vibrated and saw Brent’s message flashed on my screen. "I'm on my way," he informed. I smiled when I noticed the name he put on my contacts. I could still recall how his lips protruded when he saw his complete name on my contacts. He didn't like it that was why he changed it into "Baby,". Corny! To: Baby Hurry up and get me. (wink emoji)

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

Eleanor screamed as I felt her squirt against my pssy, "Fuckk!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Shit!!! I'm gonna cum!!!!!" Eleanor screamed at the top of her lungs, as she keeps rubbing her pssy to mine. "OHHHH!!! Yess!!!! Fuck!!! I'm gonna cum!!!" I screamed, my body is about to release my pleasure. Eleanor is furiously grinding her pssy against mine, then out of nowhere I felt my pssy squirting, and I immediately scream. "AHHHHHH!!!! FUCK!!!!" I screamed. "Ohhh... Yeah... Here it comes... Fuckkk!!! Hestia!!!"

I screamed. _________

she screeched, visibly shaking in anger. Psycho was near her limit; I couldn’t miss it even if I were blind. Her mask was falling, leaving an ugly face behind. I swallowed the hard lump stuck in my throat and started the car, silently praying to all the gods to give me enough strength to survive.

"How about you come to my hotel room tonight? I’ve booked the penthouse in Gardenia." I try not to say anything I’ll regret, just like when I agreed to make a deal with this Psycho. If I have other choices, I will not even consider asking for his help. However, my options are limited. And giving him what he wants is the price I have to pay for this deal. He can have my body, but from hereon, I will have my freedom. "I understand. I’ll see you tonight," I say before getting inside the car waiting for me.

The room seemed to freeze. Nero squeezed, and Silas’s scream erupted—a raw, guttural howl that started as a high-pitched wail, sharp and piercing, like a wounded animal. The pain was immediate, searing, as Nero’s fingers crushed the delicate tissue of his scrotum. The scream deepened, a ragged, choking sound, as if Silas’s soul were being torn out. His body convulsed, the sheet slipping to reveal his pale, flabby frame, now slick with sweat. His eyes rolled back, veins bulging in his neck, as the agony radiated upward, a white-hot fire consuming his core. Nero’s grip tightened, and with a sickening *pop*, he yanked, tearing scrotum and penis free in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprayed, st