Novel & Cerita Sadist Narcissist

he says and I looked at him confused. "What?! Dante this is Isabella. You two loved each other. You adored her" I tell him. It is his drunk mind talking. "I can't love anyone. I am a sociopath,I am mentally ill,I have ASPD. I was diagnosed with this as child. I hate people, people make me sick, that is how I programmed to be. I am not a good person,I don't deserve love" he says taking another swing of the whiskey. "Okay that is enough " I tell him and take it from his hand.

Their prey cried, whimpered, and begged as they fucked and used her how they pleased. The brothers were merciless, using the anger from when they had seen Sadie’s profile on the Sugar Babies app to fuck their prey. Marcel was messier as he pushed his cock into the tight ring of her ass. He was an ass man. He loved to see them struggle and beg under him. He had thrust in earning whimpers and loud cries from her while Adrian’s teeth had bitten her nipples. Sucking over the pink flesh as he pressed them. Satisfaction wasn’t in his gaze as he found himself imagining a perkier set of breasts and vanilla-scented skin.

He always had a way of making me feel better. I knew what he was saying was true and that he was only looking out for me but it’s hard to avoid someone when you share classes with them. “I know that, but it’s not as easy as you make it sound…if I could move to a different continent all together I would” I tell him quietly. “It’s as easy as that…how many times will he hurt you and break you till you finally see him for what he is?…a narcissistic, sadistic, egoistic, and self-centered bastard.” he stands up and starts pacing, seeming frustrated.

I kept nodding as I remembered what he was saying. “I remember that. You keep on saying, ‘I’m tired. I want to die. I want to hang myself to death. I want to jump off of this building. I want to poison myself. I want to cut my wrist’ and the like.You’re really messed up that time,” I said straightforwardly. “Yeah right?” He sniffed. I stared at him and waited for him to talk again. “Levi...” he mumbled as he slumped to the floor.

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces.

Narcissist might really be the term for the douchebag whoever he was. “I know right?” Diana rolled off her tongue, pleased by my validation. “I mean I couldn’t deny he was hot and built like a greek god and was probably the most beautiful man I’ve seen but I was just trying to find the bathroom for God’s sake.” Now that was intriguing. I reached for her hand and brought us to a couch to sit. “He was hot? Maybe that’s the reason for his character failing. He let it get to his head.” “Exactly!” Diana said with a passion then proceeded to rant and rant about this ill-mannered, narcissistic jerk she had met for no more than two minutes.

He never wants to kill me, or so I think. He just enjoys punishing me for a crime I didn't commit. What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? To be honest, I don't know, and he doesn't care. He doesn't want to fucking tell me what I did, either. It's clear that he's a sadist, a stupid monster who enjoys watching others cry. He enjoys watching pain, treating it like a movie. He smiles at it, just the way he's smiling at my blood. I wondered why he didn't try to lick it, maybe he could have a taste of the pain that runs in my veins.

I cried due to hours of extreme stimulation and pleasure, and due to my exhaustion. But I don't understand why he only gets turned on the more I cry. It was last night that I realized that not only was George a narcissist, but he was also a masochist. Because no matter how much I cried, bit him, and dug my nails into his flesh, he never stopped. I finally realized the reason why he always tells me not to stimulate him: it turns out that he would become a beast. It appears that he had been holding back all along and only went all out yesterday.

she said firmly. “Like you are any better?” She saw him flinch at that and got even more pumped. “You are a bully, Damon, a narcissist who feeds his ego off other people’s pain. A sadist and a manipulator.” “There is a long list of adjectives I could use to describe how horrible a person you wear and still are from all indications.” His lips moved to speak, but Ava stopped him, raising a finger and giving him a stern look. “No, you do not get to speak anymore, you had your time.”

“As if the world doesn’t already have enough suffering, those two clowns wanted to mass- produce fentanyl and distribute it across the city.” I inhale sharply. “That’s insane.” “Not just insane, but needlessly cruel. The two of them checked off all three boxes for the Dark Triad – narcissism, psychopathy, and Machiavellianism. You get a lot of psychopathy in the Bratva, a bit of narcissism, but rarely all three at once. Yes, Vanya and Feliks are real pieces of work, but once I found out their little plan to separate from our Family, I made quick work of Feliks. Vanya fled the state, and I thought that might be the end of it.”