Novel & Cerita Sadistic Synonym

Either I will end up in a wheelchair or in a freaking coma! A sadist. That is what Zac told me about his twin. A sadist, a dominant, someone who likes controlling things, someone who takes pleasure in hurting his partner. My ex or those I played with before weren't into that kind of play, and while I have little knowledge about it, I have no idea how it works. The thought of Sebastian dominating me and hurting me should have made me run for the hills, but on the contrary, I felt excitement blooming inside me. I wanted to experience it. I want to explore that side of me.

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.

I blurted again, but I instantly began to bite my nails, almost regretting why I asked such a silly question. I expected Synn to go mad about my question, but instead, she simply rolled her eyes towards me, then let out a dry chuckle, “Because I'm a crazy bitch who doesn't take shit from any motherfucker…and guess what sweetheart, I love it that way.” She laughed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she spoke, I was seeing a real psychopath. Because why the hell should she be happy about being a big bad bitch? Anyways, I love her deal…I love how she has obtained the ability to dominate her surroundings, it's really savage.

Dante looked up, his voice quieter now but somehow heavier. “They say he’s sadistic. A beast in human skin. They say he’s a psychopath who kills for pleasure and that he’s… not fully right in the head. Some say he’s a cannibal. I used to think they were exaggerating, but now I’m not so sure.” I felt my skin crawl as a cold chill slid down my spine. Dante wasn’t finished. “There’s more,” he added, stepping away from the car.

Lysander interrupted, his voice dripping with a sickeningly sweet malice. My head snapped toward him instinctively, my eyes narrowing. I absolutely hated the dark, wicked smirk that played on the corners of his lips. It was the look of a sadist who had just thought of a new, exquisite way to torture his prey. The twisted amusement dancing in his eyes told me everything I needed to know: whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to defile me. "You should call us...daddy" he purred, the word slithering out of his mouth like a serpent.

He moaned into my throat as he ran his hands all over my body and he painfully grabbed my breasts. "Get the fuck away from me you bastard. You have no right to touch a woman without her consent you motherfucker!" I was so enraged and all the pent-up anger I'm having on him busted out at last. I remembered seeing the reports Liam had on Preston and I saw it. I was shocked to hear that he has raped plenty of young women as he gets pleasure from seeing someone raping them in front of him. He was sentenced to death in jail, but he escaped from it and hiding for years and killing women and raping them. So much family lost their loved ones like me. He has Schadenfreude, which means getting pleasur

Hell excitedly wading through a pool of corpses She herself had created. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! With each sounds a new large hole was being blown into a soldier sending blood spraying his comrades. "Haha look there's almost nothing left of this guy!" "Markisa didn't you yourself once call me sadistic? I think that would more accurately describe you these days." "Hey you are my older sister. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree you know." "Even I don't enjoy killing people that much." ... ... "I Said that much, not that I don't enjoy it!" The sisters began laughing like some madwomen who finally broke out of the asylum after years of trying.

***** ZIYAH It was positively disgusting what some people were willing to do to others. Like seriously, what the fuck was wrong with them? Wait. No need to answer that. Sick fucks would be sick fucks. Plain and simple. While I might not have a love for all demons, I only disliked the sadistic ones like I had dealt with while imprisoned with the Darkies.

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 have experienced this urge and this feeling many times. I do not suffer from any mental disorder. I do not know why I have it. I seem to enjoy being cruel to people. I am a sadist, or you may call me a psychopath. I get pleasure when I hear a woman screaming with pain and begging for her life. I enjoy inflicting pain. It seems abnormal but I am like that. It has been part of me for many years now. I am a sick man. I am a wicked and a spiteful man. I have an evil mind and I believe in seeking violent revenge over small issues. Inside my head it’s all dark.’