Sadistic Synonym Novels & Stories

Our business is booming. In a business, it is expected that some shady stuff will happen. By shady, I mean people trying to steal from me and me capturing them and letting my man torture them until they break. My man is secretly a sadist, just as much as he's a masochist. It's sexy as fuck. A fucking turn-on. And anyway, I get to fuck his brains out after, because he gets so hard from all the adrenaline, and the pain infliction riles him up.

But as soon as I saw it, it disappeared. "You must enjoy fucking women, getting them pregnant and declining the children over some dumb reason that doesn't make any sense since you won't tell anyone what it is," I pressed. I wanted more of that hurt he was feeling, I wanted to see that he was suffering just as much as I was.

The leader yelled; the boys held me again, tightly this time. "Bitch, did I not just say that I don't like that word?! Now shut the fuck up before I suck your dick and bite that shit off." I yelled. The Puerto Rican and Dominican blood in me kicked in and I started getting hot. "You better shut up, before you get hurt faggot." The leader said, Adrien still seemed shocked from what's happening. I had a small sadistic smirk on my face, my eyes just filled with hatred. "Do your worst"

"You see ... it is not quite pain that sadists are after, but the power of inflicting pain. They seek the knowledge that they can do whatever they want to someone and face no repercussions from it. They enjoy the power difference between their victim and themselves and want their victim to be as aware of it as possible." He began whisking his claws against her back, one finger at a time, each one drawing forth more blood. "They remind their victim of this with every ... last ... scratch." He came around to her front and dragged the claw of his index finger across her collarbone, sending trickles of crimson running down her chest. Leaning down, he laughed and gluttonously licked the blood off

"Come on, fire back. I love it when you get all sarcastic and feisty. It's like foreplay." "Foreplay? In your dreams, asshole." I met his gaze defiantly, my sarcasm sharpening like a blade. "If this is your idea of seduction, no wonder Rebecca and the others stick around—they must be as masochistic as you are sadistic. Or maybe they're just pitying the poor guy who can't take a hint."

“Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.” I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but she wouldn’t let up. Sadie pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, still giddy. “You know what’s left now, right?” I made the mistake of looking at her. “Ride him,” she said, full of wicked glee, “Ride him so bad until his dick falls off.” “Sadie!” I choked, scandalized beyond repair. “How could you say that?!”

Liam said as he looked back to me smirking before chuckling and turning back around. "You guys are trafficking woman! That's a terrible thing to do! You're all sick!" I yelled. "Nobody ever said were good people babygirl, but keep talking to us like that then you just might become one." Jack said as he smiled an crooked sadistic smile. I let out a huff of air deciding to not to push their buttons since I have no knowledge about them other than their first name, and that they were extremely attractive, world class criminals. I'm guided to a stone staircase making me internally sigh because of the amount of steps that were presented. My legs slowly move up each step allowing me to remain my ca

“I have already confronted that monster within you though. Now, what I require is your answer.” “You've come to know why I killed your mother, haven't you?” The killer's words dripped with contempt, his tone a taunting melody of cruelty. “I did what I did because it was fun.” The bloody smirk on his torn lips deepened. “Because I revelled in the suffering I caused. The screams, the pleading eyes—it was my symphony of pain. It felt heavenly when the warm blood trickled down my arm. I liked watching you suffer. I enjoyed it.”

His voice, like a venomous serpent, slithered through the silence, its unwavering tone carrying a sadistic pleasure. "Remove his head!" he commanded, each word laced with an insidious delight in the suffering of others. The room erupted into chaos, whispers of disbelief and horror spreading like wildfire among the council members. His callous demand shattered any lingering illusions of mercy or justice, cementing his reputation as a tyrant whose cruelty knew no bounds.

he sarcastically commented. I gritted my teeth knowing that I have no self-control when it came to punching this idiot's face. Just wait till I get back at him. Maybe I'll light him up in flames and show the whole world. That would actually give me a hell lot of satisfaction but for now we have to imagine in my head that we're killing him. A stab in the heart or a bullet in the brain. "But that wasn't the fucking question so let me repeat myself for you. Who the hell made those scars? Was it an abuser, rapist or sexual offender baby." he asked while putting a loose hair strand behind my ear and caressing my skin softly?