Novel & Cerita The Day My But Went Psycho

Now that he had fallen, everyone who had suffered came forward with company secrets. I did not know who had filed the complaint, but I figured they must have had no other choice. After all, no one would risk their future like that without being pushed to the edge. Nonetheless, I was not surprised that people were eager to kick him while he was down. Then again, it no longer concerned me. I packed my bags, planning to travel with Mom's favorite necklace, and decided to visit our regular restaurant one last time. From a distance, I noticed a strange woman dragging herself along the sidewalk. She was not walking—more like she was crawling.

Doctor Cameron aka He’s Getting A Bit Psycho “Aaaaaahhhhh,” I yelled into the car, while punching my hands at the dashboard. “That bitch. The slutty bitch. She’s giving it up to two more men. That slut,” I continued to yell angrily into the empty car. My hands were in a cast, so even though it hurt it didn’t hurt right now. Gotta love adrenaline. “I will make her mine too, since she doesn’t mind spreading her legs,” I voiced maniacally relishing in my own thoughts. “Enjoy your lovers for now. In a few weeks I’ll be back to make you mine,” I continued musing with a smile spreading over his face. After a few more minutes, I turned on the car and drove for 45 minutes away from the mai

“What- no!” “Then why do you wander around the woods unprotected? Why are you threatening Death? Are you reckless? Suicidal?” “No, I just...” my voice trailed off and I sighed in defeat. “You know why? It's because I'm crazy- that's the only explanation for my 'reckless' behavior and why I actually think I'm talking to the Grim Reaper. I've been hallucinating ever since I sat down in that church. I've finally lost it; the chemicals in my brain are piss-drunk and shooting dopamine like vodka. I'll wake up in the morning, moaning and clutching my head, then go home and commit myself to a mental ward.”

"You have no idea how much I want to ruin you." "So what are you waiting for?" He smiled. But he didn't touch me. He left me there, trembling. With soaked panties and a shattered ego. That damn man knew how to bring me to the brink of madness. One afternoon, I couldn't take it. I took my phone, went into the bathroom, and recorded an audio. Just my voice. Moaning. Low. Wet. I whispered his name at the end. I sent it. Without thinking. Without fear.

I burst into tears and screamed like a mad woman. I didn't understand. I was so sure I had closed the window. How was it open? Just then, my husband Cody Yates rushed in. He pushed through the crowd that had gathered around me. Without a word, he slapped me hard across the face. "Jasmine Zephyr, are you out of your mind? How could you throw our daughter out of the window? She's only three! No matter how much we fight, you shouldn't have done this to our daughter. What are you even trying to prove with this act?"

Then, I spoke of how he abandoned his young daughter in order to enjoy a carefree life. I even went to an interview. That day, I made sure to dab my sleeves with ginger extract to really get my sobs out whenever I wipe my tears. The entire thing was wrapped up in just one morning. The company acted swiftly, and Noah was kicked out of the office in two days. He was merely an average worker who had such a high opinion of himself that he refused to work for a mediocre company. Thus, he was now unemployed. Noah contacted me for the third time.

He asked himself feeling like going crazy. "Lotus what have you done to me? Why won't you just leave my head and....ahh!!" He groaned and fell on the bed. At the same time Judy entered in with a cup of coffee. "Good morning honey!" She smiled and he looked up. "Mum I think I'm now a psycho" he said. "What are you talking about?" She replied, feeling his temperature after dropping the coffee. "A girl is trying to make me lose my senses and...

Countless unknown numbers were calling, and the moment I picked up, I was met with disgusting insults. “Corrupt boss, go die!” “Pay it back! Spit out the money you stole!” “Someone like you deserves to get run over by a car!” My messages filled up with curses and threats. Someone even photoshopped a memorial portrait of me and sent it with the caption: “This is the fate of a bloodsucker.” I switched my phone to silent and tossed it aside, then went straight to bed. After all, there was a serious battle waiting tomorrow.

"I couldn't remember how many times I'd been violated. Some of them were even decades older than me. All of them disgusted me. "Not a day went by that I didn't suffer endless humiliation. It got so bad that I couldn't stop bleeding from between my legs. "One night, when I was being assaulted by a slovenly Pigkin, I saw Gareth, who'd come to the nightclub for a drink. I could still remember the terrifying look in his eyes. "After he'd turned the nightclub into a bloodbath, I huddled in his arms, completely naked. My throat was completely raw. I couldn't say a word. I desperately wished I could tell him what happened to me. I wanted him to take pity on me.

Something was peeling off the inside of me. There was a hot flood between my legs. I screamed. The world went black.