Sadistic Psychopaths Novels & Stories

I stare sideways at him with a grin. He sighed, giving me a pity-look, just the one I hated the most. "You find me pitiful?" My tongue roll over my teeth in a scoff. "No, you're a psychopath," a laugh that lasted only a second burst out of his lips. "You're lonely, but you sure have one weird way of solving that.. i only sympathize with your victim and the reporters that thinks they've got a big scoop everytime it happens when they're just pawns on your chess board,"

"Does his cock reach deeper than mine ever could? I bet you moan like a bitch in heat for him now.” My stomach turned. This psychopath was actually getting aroused by this. I could hear the sick excitement in his voice. “Jasper...” “Tell me,” he cut in, voice dropping into something darker and nastier. “Does he knot you? Does he fill that pregnant pussy until you’re leaking his cum for days?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. This man needed professional help and possibly holy water.

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.

They would have robbed the store and left the town. Finding RK had been the best thing ever. Now he had someone to do the dirty work while he watched Gina's life get ruined. He wanted to break her to the point that she'd never get back on her feet again. He'd do it slowly by slowly until every person in the town went against her. He went down in his basement and looked at the photos of her. She was always very happy, not knowing the pain she caused people by stealing their keys. To him, she was the real psycho. How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences?

"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 had tortured and taken the lives of the people who had hurt my girls, but I never enjoyed it the way Alpha Scott did. He had this laugh and this look on his face while he was hurting me. Every time he scratched me, I wasn’t sure if he was going to have an orgasm or snap and kill me right there. There was seriously something wrong with him. He was the true definition of a sadist. Maybe he had experimented with the same drugs he had given me or something else had happened. In the end, it didn’t matter why he was as messed up as he was. All that mattered was that he was dead now.

He had seen me cry so much in the past few days, I can't let it happen again. “He is simply psychopathic.” “What did you say?’’

Her begging is fucking delicious as I return behind her, pull my throbbing cock from the confines of my pants and slam it between her thighs in one hard stroke. Eva screams in surprise, since I Blye her no warning. Her back arches out of instinct as I begin my violent assault on her greedy pussy. My nails dig hard into her hips as I claw her onto me with each thrust, fucking her so hard it feels like I might break her if I'm not careful. All my sense is gone as I take her like a man possessed, like a beast let out of its cage. The more I try to suppress my dark, sadistic side with Eva, the harder it pushes back, forcing me to lose control.

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

And now, with nothing left to lose, the psychopath inside him had fully emerged. His voice slithered through the speaker, slow and deliberate, “And do you know how I’ll kill you, Belladonna?” My stomach twisted violently. His grin stretched wider, his voice dripping with sick amusement. “First,” he murmured, “I’ll carve open that stomach of yours, pull your child out, and kill it.” I choked on a breath. He let out a soft sigh, as if savoring the thought. “Then, I’ll cut it into pieces—right in front of you.”