Spencer Knight Ocd Novels & Stories

Tristian grabbed Spencer's hair, forcing his knee into Spencer's abdomen. Spencer cried out in pain, begging repeatedly, "I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong..." Tristian angrily exclaimed, "Shut up!" The man threw a punch, and Spencer's front teeth were shattered as he fell to the ground. Leonard squatted down with a disgusted expression, holding his head and forcefully knocking it on the ground: "Apologize properly to Ms. Carrington." Spencer stammered, "Ms. Carrington, I... I shouldn't have had such dirty thoughts about you. I was wrong—please forgive me!"

then guilt crept in; this was all his doing. "I will go get your phone and type for you.." Spencer said softly and she nodded. She went to her wardrobe and grabbed a T-shirt and trouser pajamas, she didn't want to dress provocatively. Spencer was a psycho, she was so sad. She felt like nothing ever goes right in her life. Her mother has never cared and now her father turned out to be a psychopath. Spencer could be lying but then why would he? She had seen it with her own eyes when he kept yelling 'I'm a good boy.'

"You don't have to know who I am. All you have to know is you've crossed the line and done things you shouldn't have. More importantly, you shouldn't have harmed her!" With that, he removed his coat, revealing his black shirt. Kent stepped forward and knowingly retrieved his clothing. Spencer leisurely folded his sleeves up, his movements graceful yet chilling. After taking his coat, Kent retreated to the corner, anticipating a good show. It was rare for them to witness Spencer getting his hands dirty. When that happened, it meant the person was likely to face imminent death. But first came inhumane torture. Connor was also in a corner, seeming more relaxed and casual despite the tense atmos

His name is Aiden Knight, 27 years old, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. “I have been battling with obsession lately” He added, spreading against the sofa. “What kind of obsession?” I asked calmly, my tone a far cry from how I feel inwardly as he leveled his blue-green eyes at me. “I can’t stop myself from stalking someone” “Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets” My breath seemed to have frozen in my lungs at the intensity of his voice as he described his problem. “And who is this person?” I asked, clearing my throat as I adjusted my glasses.

She said, frowning. “Wouldn’t that be a good thing?” Kane asked with a confused frown. “No.” Said Spencer, who had come up from the bunker. “Silence on the dark web is a reliable calling sign of shit getting ready to hit the fan.” “You must be Spencer.” Kane said, sizing up the blonde man with a serious expression. “Yeah. Who are you?” He asked as he sized up the dark haired man in return. “You can call me Kane. I’ve known Bridgette for years.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you know about this?”