Sadistic Psychopath Novels & Stories

Arya said, thinking of BDSM. "No, you don't understand. He has Sadistic Personality Disorder!" Ayden clarified, sitting on the edge of the bed. "From a young age, he exhibited strange behaviors. He enjoyed being mistreated." "Don't his preferences explain it? BDSM is consensual," Arya inquired with curiosity. "No, it's not about that. He had Sadistic Personality Disorder, Arya. Since we were kids, he displayed odd behaviors. He enjoyed being mistreated," Ayden explained, realizing that she didn't fully understand. He knew he had to tell her everything in detail.

His accent is prissy in its strained attempt to sound authentic. JP translates. “‘It is all there… all twenty million… thank you for your help… once you refuel, I will need you to leave the property immediately.’ And the big asshole says, ‘Of course. It is a pleasure doing work with you.’” I’m so angry that tears spring to my eyes. Psychopaths bargaining a man’s life away like it was a slab of meat. I want to kill them all. Or at least see them thrown in jail and rot there until they die.

"Calmly. Like any normal person would." "I can't be normal around you, and acting calmly isn't my forte." He said in a husky tone, stroking his nose against her cheek. "You don't know what you do to me, Zoey. You got no fucking clue." Going physical with her was more because of his sadistic traits than because of whatever anger he could be feeling. All his life he'd been a fucking Sadist. He might have concealed it a bit since he got a mate and became the Beta of the Pack, but she was awakening that side of him.

I clenched my jaw, my eyes filling up with hatred while I stared at the man in front of me, "here's what we're gonna do. First, I'm going to disfigure you, I'll torture you so bad that you'll beg me to kill you. But I won't. I'll cut your dick and feed it to you and then I'll slit your throat. What do you think about my plan?" "No! Please!" He sobbed, "I'm sorry, I really am. Th-this—" his voice broke, "—w-hat yo-u're doi-ng to me is inhuman! You're a psychopath! J-just s-send m-me to j-jail!" "No," my voice was cold, "now, tell me where these other friends of yours are before we proceed."

“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.”

Victor smiled with satisfaction and resumed thrusting his cock between my tits even harder, the head smacking wetly against my chin and lips. “Good girl. That’s better. Keep calling me Master while I fuck these worthless tits.” Lucas, still pounding my ass from behind, chuckled. “She really is made for this. Look at her face. She’s loving every second of it.” Victor kept sliding his cock between my squeezed breasts as he spoke down to me mockingly. “You hear that, slut? You’re not a person anymore. You’re just a set of holes and tits for us to use. Say it.”

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.

“What was she doing with my children? Why can't she just leave you and them alone?” “Is that what this is about?” He stepped forward, his voice eerily calm now, “Your psychotic jealousy issues. They are so bad to the point that you have to hit Kiara!” Annie scoffed, baffled by the audacity, “Psychotic jealousy issues? This is unbelievable,” She snorted. “You know I’m right. I could have the police called on you right in this instance. That’s called abuse, Annie.” He shook his head, his temper rising each minute.

“Now I can’t possibly ask you to abandon them in their times of need… so why don’t we have a cozy little family reunion? I’m sure Betty here won’t mind the sudden arrangement… It’s just such a shame your son couldn’t be here as well, but don’t worry… when it’s all over, you’ll have plenty of time to find him in the afterlife.” His every word sounded sadistic in the ears of his listeners; deprived of any sort of guilt or regret… he was truly an emotionless psychopath… even the doctors nearby instinctively shuddered at his remark… indeed his personality was enough to drive terror into the hearts of those that knew him well. “Alright, who’s ready for some fun?” Victor clapped his hands together

Definition of Psychopath: : a mentally unstable person especially: a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies Tessa "Okay I'm being nice, I'll let you choose, right or left." The man whimpered, shaking like a leaf, probably pissing his pants off by the smell of it. I stood to his front, clicking the steel cutter waiting for him to choose which pinkie finger he was going to let me cut.