Novel & Cerita Psycho Screams

Hi there, welcome to Psycho Season 2: Death's Wish. I hope you'll enjoy this new thrilling season as much as I enjoyed writing it :) Updates may be slow as I'm still a student who is dealing with national exams this year, hence I may prioritise studies over writing, but I'll try my best to upload at least once per week for you guys. Thank you for your support :D . . . . . Mexico's Base Carlos's POV So, has my darling niece decide to spread her wings and began her wild adventures? Haha I won't let you. You are mine. My property, my puppet. And you aren't going to escape from me.

Might have just been a random pick. No, no, no, no No, no, no, no Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she's screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds

Worry snaked through her along with the dryness of her lips. “What are you looking at?” I spat and scratched the back of my ear with irritation. I didn’t wait for her answer and glanced at my back only for me to gasped and stiffened in shock. I almost fell from my seat after seeing who’s Sandra’s looking at. Sweats starts forming on my forehead as it continues to cascades down to my neck the moment my eyes landed on Yadiel’s blue seductive eyes. “Report to my office now, Ms. Alessia Faye Smith.” My blood ran cold as the chill went through my spine the moment his baritone voice echoed my ear.

Cass emphasized on each word as she burned the cigar all over her face. Katherine was screaming, whimpering and a mess but they kept going. “I really like the sound of her screams, you know.” Gina smiled wickedly. “I know you psycho.” El smirked. “Does this make me an actual psycho?” Gina asked, her eyes wide as saucers. “Well, it depends on how you see it.” Cass shrugged. “I think being a psycho is cute, if this makes me a psycho then I want to be one.” She opened her teeth in a creepy way.

I could almost feel his tongue, his dreamy eyes, the specific, agonizing pressure of it that knew exactly how to. My hands drifted down my body, tracing the path he’d taken in the dark. My breath hitched, coming out in ragged, uneven bursts as I reached for my empress and I started to shake again. It was wetter than it'd ever been before. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed after myself before I gave away and collapsed to the floor because of the rush of the pleasure that followed my release. I let the cold floor seep into my butt cheeks. I need it to stay sane for a moment.

He was… amused. I found myself by the lake, the vast expanse of gray water doing nothing to calm the panic rising in my chest. I should call someone. Matteo. Alessia. The police. But what would I say? A man I used to know sent me a creepy text? There was no explicit threat. It was psychological warfare, and Sebastian was a master of it. My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. I pulled it out slowly, dread a cold stone in my gut.

"Stop the car. Stop the car. I want to eat you." His voice dropped lower, distorted, and crackling with static. It was the voice on the radio application! Fear instantly overrode all of my other emotions. I slammed on the gas pedal once more. The car lunged forward. "Get lost!" I bellowed. He was flung backward, vanishing into the rain. However, I could still hear his shrieks. "You can't escape this! Your heart belongs to me!" I was gasping for air, tears mixed with sweat.

“Please grab Cooper we need to go, like right now.” Slowly Lyrica gets to her f*et and trudges over to Cooper; who is now sitting up looking a bit disorientated. I wave my hand at him calling him to come over to me, slowly he nods his head and climbs to his f*e, with Lyrica’s help he is able to walk over to me and stand beside me. I explain what the monster had said to me and he nods his head in understanding. Slowly we head out, I count the steps in my head 1,2,3,4,5,6... This continues for what f*els like hours. We stop for lunch at step 580. Quickly we eat some of the food Cooper had packed and continue on our way. Meanwhile my brain is suffering from all the thoughts that are coming to m

staining my dress. The little psycho in front of me pull the knife out of my tummy and i cried out with hot tears. Ahhh! I screamed the door opened instantly, I fell off backward onto a hard chest. Blacking out….

I opened my mouth to scream and only managed a broken, wet sound, tears sliding hot down my temples into my hair. One of them dragged a filthy finger along my jaw. “Relax, sweetheart. You’re about to feel something incredible.” “Camera’s rolling,” another one said, somewhere off to the side, satisfaction thick in his voice. Rough fingers fumbled at the buttons of my shirt. Panic detonated through whatever fog the drug had wrapped around me, and I screamed, loud enough that it tore straight up my throat and momentarily sliced through the haze clouding my head. I kept screaming. It was the only thing keeping me tethered to consciousness at all.