Sadistic Psychopaths 소설 & 이야기

I said sassily to myself, walking towards the vanity to take out a shirt and wrap it around my arm. I grunted in pain, holding the arm close to my chest. "Such a bitch," I muttered to myself. Well you're whiny. "Ugh, I am you, dimwit." I turned towards the two hellhounds watching me with confused stares. I gave them a reassuring smile. "I'm good, I promise. I got this." I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. The perfect reality for a psychopathic maniac who hated me wasn't hard. I just had to make it sadistic enough and then I was done.

I let out a bright smile. "He literally broke your door with cables in it." "I'm still not giving up on Carolina, and he has anger issues or doesn't want to talk about the past which is totally normal for patients, but something about him is just so... I can't find the word to describe that." "He is a criminal, the world's deadliest as a matter of fact, and you still want to meet him?" "No one just decides to wake up one morning and says he wants to be the world's deadliest criminal. I know he looks scary to you."

I begged. He watched me with a menacing glimmer in his eyes. Harrison was a rapist and a serial killer, but deep down he was mentally ill with psychopathic problems, but Sinister knew what he was doing, he knew it, and he loved it. He found pleasure in inflicting pain, which made him one of the most dangerous predators out there. I hugged myself as if I would get protection. I could not survive if Sinister rapes me.

And worse is that I didn't understand half of them. "What?" I'm starting to feel like I said this word a lot even though it's not my fault… it's his, it's always his. "You're saying that you are a psychopath? Because you have something to do with this then that must mean you are a psychopath too." He sounded so calm saying this, he even might have sounded bored but I knew he wasn't, I knew he was enjoying himself because… because the evidence was poking against my lower back. He was enjoying this sick game of his because Savaş Ewald was a sick and twisted person who didn't know limits.

“Are you saying she’s a result from an experiment?” “Damien is a psychopath...all those bad guys. That’s what he is. He wanted to create the perfect and powerful mission. For decades, centuries even, we thought he wanted slaves for blood. But, no, it was more than just blood that he wanted. He wanted subjects. I’ve read every case file we had on him. The victims were either covered in scars, burns and all sorts of injuries. But we thought it was normal. We thought he tortured them. But by what means?”

A cruel, twisted joke that only a sociopath likeTristan could think was funny. "Are you insane? What the actual fuck? What the?" I asked, my voice trembled. I felt a rush of emotions through my head, and I let it out before I started having any second thoughts. "I have always known you’re a sadistic bitch, but this?" I gestured wildly between the two of us. "This is way too low, even for you."

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.

Or hear him. My brother Ty is a legit psychopath. He has a special gift for being able to creep around the woods unheard and unseen. Stalking, hunting, and capturing are his specialty, second to his ability to get in and out of houses without making a sound or getting caught. And that's how my brother has saved over fifty dogs—and also how he's put several animal offenders in the hospital, nearly beaten to death. To say he likes to inflict pain and suffering would be an understatement.

“The woman is not who I am worried about, I am worried about Axell! Don't you know how crazy he can be when he wants something? He does everything in his power to get it! He is a psychopath! Haven't you noticed that?” I screamed at the top of my voice.

She knew what she was getting into when she was making deals with the devil. And I would take her to hell and back. I could see right through her. She was starting to develop feelings for me. Who was going to tell her that was the worst idea she ever had? No one ever survived me because I was a sick bastard in every sense of the word. Men much older than me feared me. Some even called me to torture people because I was sadistic and I enjoyed it so much. If she thought she could turn a psychopath like me into a loving partner, she was more delusional than I thought she was.