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I wasn’t surprised to see satisfaction and pride radiating from him. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Dante winked, giving me a cheeky grin, and I want to claw at his eyes. “Have I told you you are a sadist?” I growled, turning my embarrassment into anger. “An egoistic, narcissistic sadist?” He didn’t seem the least bit offended by my words. Heck, he looked like he was basking in my insults. I swear he wasn’t just a sadist but a masochist too.

I'm fed up of your skin crawling eyes looking down at me like I'm some meat you want to feed on being a hungry vulture! 'Alright then listen my gutsy kitten, because I want to hurt you to the point that you no longer recognise yourself, I want to marr you both physically and mentally and I like seeing you writhing in pain. It's a pleasant sight to behold.' 'These glistening tears make you look even more tempting than I want to admit. It's my newly discovered sick pleasure to see you like this, broken and gloomy. And about your alluring body, you think you can trade your body for the liberation of a culprit? Well I'm not that fool sweetheart. That's why I married you butthead so that no one c

His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath. "Daisy, we don't have to play hide and seek. Just come out and let me gift you death," he called out, his voice growing closer with each passing moment. "My lovely Daisy, you're beautiful. I wonder how delicious your blood will taste." He continued, his words dripping with sadistic intent. "Daisy, please now. Don't do this to me." His tone turned mockingly sincere. "Daisy, let me do you the honor of killing you."

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.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

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.

Lyric said. “People are different when they stop performing assessment.” “Are you still performing it?” Aren looked at them. “Less than I was.” Lyric’s mouth moved, not quite a smile but something that had the shape of one. Their expressions had gotten more specific over the sessions, less the pleasant neutrality they’d arrived with and more something individual, something that was becoming distinctly Lyric. “I’ve been adjusting my sensory sensitivity,” they said. “My model allows it. I can expand or narrow the range of what I register.”

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.

“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.”

I took a deep breath, laid back into the car seat and closed my eyes. And the first thing my brain did was to summon the image of Dario Moretti’s naked body. My eyes flew open instantly and I sat up straight. Heck No! I need to get this man out of my bloody mind. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted Piper. She's a psychologist and a damn good one at that. I don't care what she had to do— Hypnosis, brainwashing . Whatever it takes to get Dario Moretti out of my system!