Sadist Characters Novels & Stories

“Yeah, a sadist doesn't see any fun in something that hasn't happened? Why am I not surprised?” I wiggled my index before her face. “I am not a sadist, in fact, if you asked me I'll say I'm a very happy person.” Tilda shrugged one shoulder seamlessly. “Good thing I didn't ask.” “Damon is not a sadist, he's just shy… shy of talking to girls his age and so he results in crushing on women older than him.” I glared at Mason in that way that meant “shut the fuck up". He began laughing at me and then hit me on the arm, a smile wide across his face.

He voices out in anger, making me more amused and sarcastic in my expression. "You know that's what I expected of you, I want you to really suffer for what you did, come on. I'm so glad now, no one would tell me that. I can feel it myself." I laugh so hard. He stares at me with disgust. "Come on, you're the baddest guy on earth, inhumane and sadistic." He hisses. "Before I was you. Come on, if you really attacked Estella, tell me what you would have created for me, isn't it sadness and sorrow?"

“Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.” I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but she wouldn’t let up. Sadie pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, still giddy. “You know what’s left now, right?” I made the mistake of looking at her. “Ride him,” she said, full of wicked glee, “Ride him so bad until his dick falls off.” “Sadie!” I choked, scandalized beyond repair. “How could you say that?!”

He had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to, and the gunshot had been a spur of the moment decision that I couldn’t take back. But now that I think of it, he had been handsome, the kind of man who would make you look twice if you saw him across the street or at a bar. But there had been something off about him. He seemed like a sadistic fucker who fit Damien’s choice perfectly. He was one of those men who didn’t care how far they had to fall if that got them results. What haunted me now was his death…

"Is that too cruel? They are our traitors. We can kill them, but we hold their families and torture them in front of them. That's a bit scary." Finn looked at Leon with suspicion. He could admit that this was a rather brutal thing for Leon could do. He wants the traitors to witness that terrifying scene, have them imprisoned, and then watch their loved ones suffer the harshest punishments. Finn knows Leon is a sadistic person, but since Leon's memory has not been fully recovered yet, Finn is a little hesitant. He wants to know if Leon has a sadistic personality, which is the kind of personality that formed Leon's childhood or not.

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

Carmine, relishing in his dominance, spoke with a voice dripping with venom, each word a chilling threat. "So where were we, huh?!" his voice echoed, cutting through the silence like a knife. The sound of my sobs blended with the haunting ambiance, creating a dissonant symphony of pain and terror. It was a nightmare come to life. Clyde, despite his stoic demeanor, silently begged Carmine for mercy, his eyes betraying a glimmer of desperation. It was a plea for respite, a desperate hope that Carmine would show a shred of compassion. But in the twisted depths of his sadistic nature, Carmine reveled in the torment he inflicted upon his victims. He found pleasure in the power he held over us, sa

He sat all by himself and had his legs crossed on the table while he typed away on his phone. "Oh you don't wanna go there Sasha" Anne said calling my attention "What?" I asked confused. "I'd advice you, do not crush on him, he's a proud rude motherfucker" Anne said and I cringed. Not because she cussed but because it was the first time I was hearing a cuss from a girls lips. "She's only this hateful because he once rejected her" Lisa whispered to me. "I heard you" Anne glared at Lisa. "Okay, yes he's an asshole" Lisa said, this time, I didn't cringe, I smiled instead. "He's all cute and hot on the outside but he's so the opposite on the inside"

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

Yaslyn scrunched her nose and covered it with her hand, muttering, "This doesn't feel right." "My thought, exactly," Xoan concurred, gripping her hand tightly. She could sense the anxiety lurking beneath his calm demeanor. Suddenly, a cruel laughter echoed around them, a chilling familiar sound to Yaslyn. There, emerging from the shadow, stood Sadie—disheveled and clearly tormented. "I can't believe you actually came," Sadie taunted, bitterness dripping from her words. "So? You thought I'd save you?" Xoan replied, barely sparing her a glance, devoid of sympathy.