Novel & Cerita Sadistic Psychopaths

It was soft, full and I really liked holding onto it whenever he was fucking me. “I was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder when I was a teenager. I'm a psychopath. I deal with PTSD. So I was very aggressive and violent when I was growing up. Any slight provocation could lead to my killing someone. I beat up people at school and killed people who annoyed me. It started with me killing animals. I killed mom’s cat.” He let out a small laugh. His eyes were still closed.

"I've known my fair share." "Would you say it is normal for someone to be both a sadist and a masochist? Or do you at least have experience with the two sides in a single personality?" Jessa asked. Her gray eyes were alive with intelligence and wonder. I shook my head. "The players I know tend to stay on their side of the slash. Add to that his psychopathic tendencies." I shook my head again. "That is a combination I've never come into contact with." "What is this psychopathic business? My son is not a monster," Momma said with a growl in her voice.

"All I want is information. I'm quite certain you know something about what happened to Ivan and Kirill that night. So I'll make you a one time offer, tell me what you know now and you both may leave, if not we will take our time getting all the information you hold through... More painful methods." Both John and Ashley stood silent their eyes as cold as an arctic storm. Sacha sighed. "Oh well, the latter method has always been more entertaining." A malicious smile began spreading over his face. Though he hid it well from even a majority of the people he worked with, Sacha harbored sadistic tendencies. The once average boy had been mentally torn down by the death of his family, and his uncle

“No pretenses, Ms. Monroe – I'm a diagnosed psychopath. I… I have a complete obsession with sinking my teeth into the flesh of beautiful young women like yourself. It drives me to the brink of madness." My eyes fly open, wide and unblinking, as the full weight of Andrei's words settles over me. For several heartbeats, I am frozen in place, too stunned to speak or move. Andrei's posture remains calm, “Ever heard of Carnifagiaphilia Disorder, CFD?" I shake my head rapidly, my fingers gripping the vanity for support.

“Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just trying to understand you. From what little I was told about you; you weren’t painted in a good light. I was told you’re cold, sadistic, and ruthless. I’ve seen you be ruthless; I’ve seen you be cold, but I haven’t seen you once be sadistic. In fact, I’ve seen you be compassionate a few times. You’re not like what I thought you were. For someone with such a terrifying reputation, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness. In your own weird way that is,” he explains.

He checks me up, his eyes lingering on my now half exposed breasts. “Don't worry though if you end up bleeding to death,I'll just throw your body into the sea. Of course after I fuck your perfect gorgeous body.” I wince at the crudeness of his words. Indeed, he is a psychopath. Who talks about raping a dead body like it a recipe they are discussingdiscussing? “You are sick in the head.”I spat and the man just grins. “You are not the first one to tell me that sweetness.I have always been sick in the head. Tell me something new.”he shrugs nonchalantly.

The room was filled with wet, filthy sounds of my desperate gagging, the loud slapping of skin on skin, and the low groans of the two men using me like a toy. Marcus groaned deeply as he held my head buried on his cock. “That’s it. This is your place now, pet. Just a pair of warm holes for us to use.” Damien laughed breathlessly while pounding my ass. “Fuck yeah. You’re nothing but our little toy. A collared bitch made for cock. Feel how deep I’m stretching your worthless ass?” Marcus tightened his grip on my hair. “Remember this feeling, slut. This is what you were born for; to be fucked, used, and filled by your owners."

“It’s like he cleaned the weapon before leaving.” I shake my head. “Or he licked it.” “Hmm.” “Psychopaths have tendencies to taste their victims' blood.” Dakor Romanov’s face comes to mind. That lunatic sucked a man’s blood through his nose. “It does something I refuse to understand to them.”

“Damn bastards! Calling them animals is just glorifying them!” “F*ck! There are so many underage victims! These bastards!” “Raping Mianyang and his pet dog? ! I’m really going to vomit!” “They killed 34 people! What kind of environment could create such a madman?!” “This is too abnormal! This is too crazy! How dare they do such a thing? ! Aren’t they afraid?!” “This kind of people are not created by the environment. They are natural psychopaths! Natural criminals! Hurry up and kill them!”

He had no interest in hearing what close playmates Shawn and Zoey had been. "Do you still like Sarah?" Shawn questioned. He wasn't a good person, and under the influence of the Zuckman family, his dark and twisted side rose to the surface, shaping him into a violent psychopath. He felt no remorse for destroying beautiful things and had an unhealthy obsession with destruction. He always used underhanded tactics and never considered the consequences of his actions. He did not care if his actions hurt anyone else. If he were thrown into hell, he would drag someone else along with him.