Violence Of Mind Novels & Stories

I said, ridiculing. Placing both hands on his head, I forced my mind into his, searching it. He screamed as I forcefully and painfully pulled his mind apart from the inside. His weak mind was not able to do anything because of the exhaustion and mental torture. This was more than his shaken and grieving mind and spirit could handle.

My reflection in the blackened window looked like a man who’d learned to move through nights without trust. I didn’t even bother with the niceties. I wanted the room to go quiet enough that the sound in my head would become the loudest instrument. I wanted pain in the purest form—sharp, focused, surgical. Violence, sometimes, is a solution in need of hunger to make it complete.

She didn't remember much about her past when Daniel died on her hands and was also wondering if Randy was going to try and probe her mind. She knew probing of minds was a very difficult technique among Alphas and wasn't common. Only the most powerful Alpha could do that but it was considered illegal because the person whose mind was probed will suffer intense pain that leads to brain damage or death. A brain cannot share two consciousness much less when the brain seems to be having some memory loss. The amount of force applied to unlock those parts that had been buried dead down would lead to something bad.

My mind, once a serene lake, churned with a maelstrom of possibilities, each one a jagged rock against the fragile hull of your sanity. The scenario where I snatched the knife, a desperate gamble against the cold steel of Nicolas' gun, was tempting. The image of my hand closing around the hilt, a weapon against a weapon, whispered of defiance I craved. But the vision quickly dissolved in the acid of reality. I knew your skills weren't a match for his, the choreography of violence a dance I were ill-equipped to perform.

I can swear on my life that he would not be quiet. “I cant blame him for whatever act he puts up, Lena. Expecting him to understand and embrace me is ridiculous. And he wont hurt me. He is not that kind of person. When one is violent you would know soon enough. I have been around violent ones and they always leave a trail.” I said. “its not as if he would pounce on you or anything like that. its just, when he is hurt he harms himself.” She admitted in a low tone. “w…what?”

"What makes you so convinced Richard is a violent man?" Minnie lowered her eyes to her lap, her tone becoming distant. "A man who hits a woman once will do it again and again." She quickly pulled her hand away from Emmeline's and threw her back against the table with a sigh. "My father was a violent, abusive man who beat my mother for the most trivial reasons, whether he was drunk or sober. Because of him, I had to move away to Riverwalk and get therapy from a psychiatrist. So I know the type when I see it."

"Don't you dare hurt Mommy! Even if you control my body, if you dare lay a finger on my Mommy, I'll destroy my own soul just to take you down with me!" The voice thundered angrily in his mind. Vincent clutched his head and winced in agony. "Shut up! Shut up!" However, the voice continued to reverberate in his mind. "I admit you're stronger than me, but don't forget, you're just another soul split from my body! I can destroy you if I want to!" "Shut up! Get out of my head!" Vincent crouched on the ground, his hands flailing uncontrollably as he tried to fend off the angry voice in his mind.

Her protests echoing down the hallway until a door slammed and cut off the sound. Leaving Dante and me alone in the interrogation room. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. "I hit her. I've never hit anyone before." "She deserved it." "I know. That's what scares me. How good it felt. How satisfying." I looked at my hand. Still tingling from the impact. "Is this who I am now? Someone who gets satisfaction from violence?" "You're someone who protects her family. There's a difference." Dante pulled me close. "And yes, violence can be satisfying. Can feel good. That doesn't make you a monster. It makes you human."

The last title and name written on the white board caught her attention, it read: "Patient's name: Kaylee" Cara focused on the white board and nothing else. She didn't try to make sense of seeing it. She didn't question why she was seeing it. She only just focused all of her attention on it, and allowed everything else to be forgotten for the moment. Not thinking at all as she did. She felt mixed emotions. But she didn't try to sort them out. Instead she just existed with them, embracing each one as it came. Sadness, shock, pain, longing, confusion, and anger. These emotions mixed and grew within her as she looked on at the white board. They grew and grew until they threatened to completely

*Yoshiki* Yoshiki was shocked for quite some time, he never imagined such a horrible history was behind the Renegade's mafia group, then again the original was never given the chance to learn any of this, he couldn't help but hate the people who would harm an innocent woman, simply because of the job her husband held, the one thing he hated more than anything in the world is rape, he believed it was the cruelest act any person could do to another person, to take away someone's consent, and destroying them was a violent act that should never be forgiven or condemned. He looked at Kenchiki's expressionless face, and couldn't help but feel a wave of sadness so strong that he felt like his mind