Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

I stare down at her. Blake squares her shoulder. She’s daring, I give her that. “Did I lie?” She smirks, “You don’t give a damn about Hannah. You couldn’t nurture a flower if your life depended on it. You’re a fucking psychopath, out here cosplaying human.” ”Shut it, or I swear to god—” “Or what? You going to kill me like you did everyone around you?” My anger erupts as a cold fury washes over me, blurring my vision with a red haze. I lunge at Blake. “I said—”

Red flips him off, but he’s grinning. Red stands, hand on hip, glaring playful death. “Watch it, stripper boy.” “By the way,” Knox adds, jerking his thumb at Blaze, “he’s totally gay and a full-time Magic Mike. Owns it harder than his thong collection.” Blaze strikes a pose, hand on hip, blowing a kiss. “Sunshine, I own that I’m a gay stripper. Pays the bills, keeps the boys happy, and my ass looks fantastic in glitter. Keep throwing shade, I’ll just reflect it back in sequins.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and panic stole my breath as he rubbed the blade on his suit jacket. If he was going to kill me, I hoped he would just go straight to it and spare me the torture, but men like Gavril wouldn’t just kill someone they considered an enemy. He was too much of a sadist. He’d torture me, make me beg, and then he’d leave me to rot to death.

I was breathing heavily now, well aware that my ass must be sore from the beating. "How was that?" he asked, looking excited. "It has been long since I got to play with a beautiful one like you." "I'm not a freaking masochist," I spat out through gritted teeth, still suffering from the pain he had inflicted on me. "Too bad," he said. "I'm a sadist, and you have to deal with it. I allowed you to enjoy vanilla sex with me previously, did I not? I'm going to have my way anyway, sooner or later."

he whispers under his breath. Goosebumps cover my body. “I'm not that breakable!” His brows lift in surprise, a small smirk on the corner of his eyes. “Oh yeah? What do you know about pain?” he asks. I clear my throat. “I know I have a pretty high tolerance of it. I've been screwed around my entire life so you could say I've developed a high tolerance for it!” He smiles approvingly. “Good, that's good, because I derive pleasure in pain. You could call me a sadist-masochist.”

I wink at her, pulling out my knife and she actually laughs. Blake, still at the laptop, looks up briefly, glancing between me and Demitri. “And I would prefer to figure out who’s been tracking her. The guy’s smart, and whoever they are, they’re good. Name’s Blake, by the way.” Blake, the notorious Stalker who never gets seen. Demitri and I lock eyes again, the tension still simmering as Blake turns back to his screen, clearly enjoying the show. Alissia, bored with our staring contest, grins. “Come on, you two. Enough with the words. If you’re gonna throw something, at least make it a knife.”

Sabotaging another player is low. [Didn't she get those two killed yesterday and take their items?]

He looked bored, picking at his fingernails as if he were waiting for a bus, not a death match. "That's him," Liam said, his jaw tightening. "Igor Stratovsky. The Butcher of Basilisk." "He looks... unpleasant," I whispered. "He's a psychopath," Jack corrected. "Careful, Luna. Don't make eye contact." "Is he strong?" I asked. "Stronger than Liam?" Jack hesitated. "I've never seen him fight. But rumor says he killed his own brother to take the Enforcer spot. He’s undefeated." Dante scoffed. "I bet I could kill him in under two minutes."

“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.”

What kind of sick game is this bastard up to now. "This bastard here," He grinned widely, "Has plans to break you, make you miserable, make you do everything against your morals until everyone you hold dear, dies and I finally kill you. In summary, I'm going to make you suffer till you lose your will to live and beg me to kill you. Of course, all these can be avoided if you tell me where to find them." "You are sick in the head if you think I would tell you if I knew. I'm actually grateful you rejected the bond. I wonder how the former Luna managed to bear this without going crazy. You are a piece of trash."