Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

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!

Damn it! @Death Wish

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.

Their faces flash before me, a silent testament to the brutality of this conflict. Then there’s Blight, reveling in the violence, his Jagdkommando knife gleaming in his hand—a wicked piece of steel that’s as much a part of him as his own twisted soul. He’s not shifted; never does. Says he likes to feel the life bleed out under his human form. The man’s a fucking lunatic, but he’s our lunatic. His laughter, dark and filled with glee, cuts through the noise of battle. “This is what I fucking live for!” he bellows, swinging his Jagdkommando knife with deadly precision.

“Normally I wait a few hours until we get to the main event during my tortures. But I promised my new wife I’d be quick, so looks like we’ll be getting to the good part right away.” He moved closer to them, standing over them. He tapped the back of his knife against his hand, staring at the two struggling men, both pale with bloodied torsos. “Okay, I guess a little foreplay is necessary.” He squatted down, and before anyone could process his words, he shoved the knife into one of their chests and dragged it down the length of his torso while the man screamed in agony, more blood spilling out of the tearing in his chest. Blake laughed in a sick way and then turned to the other man, doing the

“Here’s an idea. A warm cup of milk. Do you want me to get one for you?” “I am okay,” SpeedBlade says, “Really. I just want to get some sleep, and I think I’ll sleep a little better if you weren’t here.” He points toward the exit. “SpeedBlade, I’m not as straightforward as you, but let me give it a try. Speed, ever since our fight with Heavy-Metal, you’ve been acting weird. And, do remember, one of our friends is a wood elf with expert computer skills. What’s bothering you?”

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.