Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

I am a sadist and I do BDSM. When the woman came out, I immediately took off my mask. I smirked when I saw myself. I love what I am doing. I'm addicted to it. I like hurting women especially flirtatious ones like her. This is the only way I can get revenge for hurting me. For everything she did to me. "You're really cruel, bro. Your girl can't walk because of you, her knee is still shaking," he said. I just laughed at him. "I'll send the money to your bank because the woman's payment is already reflected on our website," he continued .

One could call him a sadist too. A sadist is a person who gets pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, from hurting other people, but in Theodore's case, he used to hurt werewolves, not just random humans or vampires. He very well knew that his wolf wanted just his fated mate, so even after finding their mate, he used to fucked other rouge she-wolves to irk Inigo. Not just that, he kept himself away from Liara even though he knew Inigo wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love with her and planned to have a lot of pups with her, but he didn’t want that.

Lucas withdrew his hand, looking down at me from above, his eyes as cold as if looking at a lunatic. "You are simply hopeless!" Veins bulged on his forehead as he roared at me, "Just out of jealousy, you actually used your life to gamble for sympathy? If the patrol had been a step later, you would be dead! Do you hate Sera that much? Hate her enough to use this kind of self-harm to get revenge on us?" I wanted to explain. I wanted to say it was the silver poison, that the whipping had made it impossible for me to shift.

“Nina, take this. No one will dare hurt you. I’m probably the strongest being in Happy Home. If this blade could cut off my head, it can certainly cut through any entity below.” Then the mechanical voice whispered in my ear—this time, privately: 【Congratulations, player. You have obtained an SSSSS-rank item: “Blade of Love.”】 He… really did that for me. For the dead, the thing that killed them is the ultimate taboo. But he still tore it out of himself—just to give it to me, as an act of faith. The live chat went absolutely insane: 【What the hell?! The knife that killed the Headless Boss is actually a top-tier item?!】

“She’s still the same person who brought you flowers and read to you. She’s—” “—human.” “Jesus, Obsidian!” I stormed over to him and gripped his shoulders. “Not all of them are bad! Not all of them want to hurt you like—” He moved, cutting off my words. One second, we were standing and the next, I was on my back with him straddling me and his forearm resting across my throat. “I’m a sadist, Dev. Do you know what that means?” Obsidian rasped, his face inches away from my face. “I get off on causing pain.”

I doubted my pornstar neighbor when she told me this but there’s bliss in a mixture of pains and pleasure. Wait…does that make me a sadist? I can only conclude it does. From what I learned about sadists they love a medley of the two different things; pain and pleasure. I never knew that I could accept this treatments at first. Never knew I could receive strokes, painful strokes and still have my pussy drip with liquid need. “Dawn…” Dima rattles and I look over to see his chest heaving. He’s holding himself, his cock.

Blade asked anxiously. Sabrina looked at Blade and shook her head. "No, he will be here any minute now" she confessed. Blade pulled his hair with frustration. "What? I am going to die today" he muttered to himself. Sabrina is feeling bad for him. "Don't worry, that is why I came here" she said softly Blade looked. "What? You came here to kill me yourself?" he asked sarcastically. Sabrina glared at him. "That you should have thought about this last night" she snapped at him.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

He cries out. Finally, a real fucking reaction! I think he may have the highest pain tolerance I've ever seen, but every man has a breaking point. I just needed to find something to finally make him squeal. I'm disappointed in myself for not thinking of this sooner. I continue, taking my time with the blade, reveling in the sounds of terror spilling out of him. Satisfaction courses through me like a dark river, relentless and unstoppable. Ahh, music to my fucking ears!

I pick one of the photographs from the top of the pile, and tape it onto my victim’s snout. I then reach under the mattress and pull out my knife—the very same knife I used to kill those thirteen people before joining THEM—and begin stabbing, and stabbing, and slashing, and destroying the fucking smug extinct lizard, over, and over, and over again. It’s one of those talking toys, so as I am stabbing him he keeps telling me how much he loves me, which just makes me laugh even more.