Violence Of Mind Novels & Stories

Miranda requested that representatives from Aurora's family accompany her to her office to explain the severity of Aurora's trauma. "Please have a seat," Dr. Miranda kindly invited Hendrik and Andra to sit once they were inside her office. "Thank you, Doctor," Hendrik replied briefly, then took a seat in a chair opposite the young psychiatrist. "So, in cases of violence like what Miss Aurora experienced, it can cause the victim to suffer from depression. Violence against women, whether verbal, sexual, or physical, is not as easy to heal as physical injuries. It affects not only the body but also the psychological aspects of life," Dr. Miranda explained calmly.

I wanted to rip his chest wide open, crack his ribcage like an egg-shell and tear out his beating heart… The force of the violent images in my head confused me…scared me. What was wrong with me? Since when was I this kind of a person? Filled with so much anger and malice? Yes, Krimson has always tested my patience…but that had never manifested itself in such a manner… "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

I was the woman who had snapped an Alpha's neck with her mind. It was fast, hard, and desperate. A frantic friction meant to strike sparks in the darkness. We were clawing at each other, needing to feel skin break, needing the sting to override the numbness of trauma. Every thrust was a declaration of life, a violent erasure of the past month.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

Especially since no matter what, I couldn't turn back time and stop it, nor could I make those sick fuckers feel the exact same pain and horror as the women had gone through after they had been brutalized and violated in such a way. It was why I gave them a taste of what could happen to their mates if they weren't careful. It was just a projection of them both marking each other's mate. I needed something to mess up their minds just like they did mine, and what better way than to use their mates same way they tried to use mine? I shook my head again, tightening my fist in a bid to stop the images. But they kept flowing in a repetitive cycle over and over. That is it. I am able to make my vic

"But?" "But you are still too squeamish. Too merciful. You view violence as a failure rather than a tool. That is the flaw that will destroy you. Violence isn't the enemy, Emilia. It is a language. Use it sparingly, use it effectively, but when you speak it, make sure everyone listens." I hated the way his words vibrated in my skull. I hated the fact that a dark, buried part of my mind was nodding along to his logic.

Violence never really was a last resort for me. It is a language I speak most fluently. There is art in destruction, a discord that often strikes me as beautiful. Like the splatter of blood against walls and floors. Like a broken body, mangled beyond recognition. It was amusing, usually. But tonight, I only feel rage.

Romano said. "Mental torture...mental torture is the way where you can ignite fear in Enemy's brain. If I would've cut his finger,he would have been almost sure that next time I will break his legs or hands or something and ultimately he will die. So he would've chose to die rather open his mouth. But As I threatened him with my knife,now he will think what I will do next time... he will think about my next target which can be him or his family or loved ones.....that constant fear will be there in his mind always.

“I will never be ready for that.” “I’ve lived a violent life. I’m slowly losing my mind and the sharks creep closer in the water all the time,” he says. “I wish it were different, but this is how I’ve always lived. Someday, it will overwhelm me. I’m not so arrogant to not see that.” I shake my head. “That’s not true –” He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. “It never bothered me before. If you live by violence, you know you will die by it too. But now… I have something I don’t want to lose. Someone.”

I had first-hand experience. I could never forget what she’d done. What she’d taken from me. She was a disease. A blight on this earth, just like the rest of her pathetic, self-righteous kind. I hated her with every fiber of my being. For years, I had fantasized about the day I would finally wrap my hands around her throat and watch the light fade from her eyes. Those fantasies of violence had been the only thing that allowed me to sleep. Which was why the thoughts plaguing my mind over these past few days were driving me to madness.