Novel & Cerita Sadist Narcissist

The following consists mostly of suppositions drawn on the available texts and statistical probability given similar criminal profiles. Subject is most likely a middle-aged male, 40 or older. He is well-educated, with both a technical education and a background in the arts. Subject is probably wealthy, and is likely to be in the highest strata of the economic upper-class, with accompanying status and prestige. He is probably a prominent fixture in social circles consistent with upper-class economic status. He has narcissistic or sociopathic qualities, such as megalomania and a desire to inflict harm on someone viewed as slighting or snubbing him. However, the subject has a high degree of imp

He asked again. “Honestly no! At this very moment I wish I am free from him..I am going nuts from his sexual harassment, he is a toxic narcissist and a proud pervert, he thinks he owns every woman, he is just irritating,believe me he is the worst”. Angela snapped tartly. “You have a lot of hate for this man I can tell”. Damon chuckled, his smile was so captivating it made her blush. Angela lowered her gaze on the plate shyly.

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”

"I guess I'm narcissistic, I'm not a man either." He stared. "You being a woman has nothing to do with it." "You should treat me like anyone else who happens to look at you in a wrong way." "I find your sacrificial lamb mentality nauseating." "I'm sure selflessness is hard for you to stomach," I said in understanding. "You think you have me all figured out, don't you?" "Charismatic gangster, who's an introvert at heart? Sexual deviant? A villain with a sad past I refuse to sympathize with? Check, check, check. If you were a subject on my SATs, I'd ace it."

“ Oh heavens! Nolan when will you ever learn that what you do to Lyn is wrong " “ Don't Tell me you like the girl?" I ask him sarcastically. ” oh no , where did you remove that in the first place, I am just being considerate. I am not like you who is such a sadistic person " “ Sadistic ?" I say perplexed. “ Stop pretending around , you know you are one . Others pain makes you feel good. For sure you are a sadist." Continues to say to me.

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.

Only, I have another challenge coming. It's a war of sentiments and sanity. He is a selfish bastard. There cannot be anything good in him. He is arrogant, ignorant, and narcissistic. He manipulates and has no respect for anyone. He kills for power. He is in trouble. A mistake you can never afford. I chant it, seeping it ever so slowly into my conscience so it can forward to my subconscious mind. It must be firmly engraved.

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

Staring up at the man whose face was twisted with rage and madness, she gasped, "Jace… what do you even want from me?" "What do I want?" He leaned in close, breath thick with alcohol, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Hand over everything you've got—every photo, every recording you took of Elara Stone, and all those fake accounts you cooked up." He tightened his grip on her hair until she whimpered in pain. "Or I'll upload those videos of you screwing those old bastards for money. Let the whole world see what kind of woman you are." Sadie stared into his wild, bloodshot eyes and knew he meant it. The man was a lunatic with nothing left to lose now.

“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.”