Novel & Cerita Sadist Narcissist

Rita had thought then that she was living the life until Jean's bad habits started showcasing themselves, that was when she knew that behind the mask, people could really be something you never would guess. Jean was possessive, extremely so, possessiveness was a charming trait but his was threatening, he was prideful, so prideful that he had fun manipulating her into his ‘games’ just to trample on her even though he claimed to love her, he had a misjudged sense of right and wrong which showed just how messed up his mind was. In short, Jean was a narcissist with sociopathic tendencies. Even when he cheated on her, he was so sure that she would forgive his ‘drunken’ mistake but really, she was

“Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.” I'm stunned. “A sadist-masochist?” The word comes out frightfully. Psychopath would be more fitting. That's the right word to describe men like him who derive pleasure in causing harm. Right? Except when I look at him, I don't see a psychopath. An arrogant bastard, maybe. He chuckles, a rich sound that comes from somewhere deep inside him. “You make me sound dangerous like a sociopath.” He pauses, lowering himself to sit on the chair facing me, crossing his legs. “I'm just drawn to pain. Giving it, receiving it.”

Did he enjoy seeing me in the state I was right now? "I am sure I am not the only pervert here..." He didn't bother denying. He was implying that night. Honestly, I wondered why I acted so wild. Did Sinclair's betrayal drive me to damn to the edge? "You don't have to deny the truth or hate your body for the way it reacts. We both know I am gorgeous..." And he was also a narcissist. Painfully he was right. I could only bite my cheeks. "Dear little sunshine...I am certain right now your head is filled with dirty thoughts you would not accept.." he drawled still watching me

"Shut up or I will not hesitate to chop your body into pieces, obey and serve me now" "But sir what if Mila wakes up or madam comes home?" "Give the child sleeping pills so he can sleep for a long time, Lia is at the salon and will be home tonight" Sinta was silent and I handed her a bottle of clear liquid, which is sleeping pills and told her to put it in my son's mouth, he was very forced to obey my will after all completedI launched my action but before that I made her tormented first, only she was the only woman I didn't torture during intercourse. In the past, when my ex-boyfriend had sex, he always tortured me and it became an addiction for me, when I witnessed the suffering of my part

Preston was left all alone. "I know who you are, you bloody shit. You are a psycho who loves to torture girls above the age of 18 and you experience pleasure from doing it and it is a disorder called Schadenfreude. You were a kid when you were diagnosed with this. You liked hurting people and you know what I learn from your past that you are a manwhore who doesn't even look good going for beautiful girls. You know what the fuck you did, have you ever felt guilty for hurting those people. If you had a girl and if she gets raped like Isabella in front of you, will you be happy from that misery. Not even your daughter, what if your wife gets touched by those men. I know your wife died of cancer

Dre snorted and he smiled. "Don't overestimate me. I can be whatever I want to be. I can be the hero or the villain, the punk or the dork, the poison or the sauce. Nadine is a bitch, that's one of my deductions from the whole situation. She knows how to get what she wants and she knows how to make others play her own game. But, we can make her loose at her own game. You mentioned something about her weird mentality" Dre nodded. "Yeah, she's like a switch. She can be really moody, then she becomes really happy to the extent that she begins to laugh like a maniac. Other times, she would just let out a scream or zone out for an hour. It's scary when she does it"

I have been going through this for far too long to be doubting or second guessing anything that I have figured out about this man. He is a sadistic person. The more I cry and express that he is hurting me or traumatizing me, the harder his dick becomes. I know this. I have felt this and I know the difference from times when he would violate me while I was passed out and at times when I would be in hysterics over what he was about to do and what he actually does to me. He knows no boundaries and I would say there is not any more of those left. He is willingly having sex with his daughter that he has held in captivity for years.

I could see her trying to process it, but I didn’t stop. “He’s a narcissist, Pay. Always has been. Everything has to be on his terms. He avoids anything that looks like responsibility. I once brought up marriage, and do you know what he said?” I changed my tone to mimic his voice, “‘Oh, Nella… we can live happily ever after without marriage or kids.’” I rolled my eyes. “Every damn time, he twisted things. Controlled me. Gaslit me.” I paused. “Do you want to know what he got me for my last birthday? A nude portrait of me. Framed. Hung in a museum. A museum.”

That annoying guttural laughter: "She's lying, of course. You should know Lisa by now. I miss you, Selene. I miss our family." “No!” I shoved him. I shoved him back with so much force that he stumbled. But he regained his stance immediately. “No?” “I have always been the good wife, the perfect daughter. The obedient one. I have had to play small. To diminish my dreams to make you happy, Tom. I thought doing right by you would get you to love me. But Omo grew worse day by day. You are so selfish. "Self-conceited" I clutched my hair with my fingers. "You are crazy, Tom."

She really is a clean soul; she is a pure woman, and she has not grasped the magnitude of the problem she has gotten herself into, but once I instill in her what is right and mold her to my tastes and beliefs, she will be the perfect doll for me. I will enjoy making her mine so much that everyone will know about it. I put the diary away and frowned. This man's words sounded like the beginning of his descent into madness. But I wasn't surprised that my mother had fallen into the clutches of someone like him; you didn't have to be very smart to understand the context in which a person like that wrote his desires. He must have been more than a pathological narcissist; he must have had serious p