Definition of Psychopath:
: a mentally unstable person especially: a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendenciesTessa"Okay I'm being nice, I'll let you choose, right or left."The man whimpered, shaking like a leaf, probably pissing his pants off by the smell of it. I stood to his front, clicking the steel cutter waiting for him to choose which pinkie finger he was going to let me cut.Ted, the sleazy bartender decided he can steal liquor from his boss Ardian Kreshnik Dovolani, the Albanian mob boss from one of the ruthless crime families in the country. The newly hired bartender didn't know who he was messing with, and the boss didn't take lightly to people who stole from him. Ted thought stealing two crates of top-shelf liquor will just get him sacked and went to jail for a couple of months. The pale-looking guy was desperate for money and he didn't think when took those bottles."Come on, hurry up I have places to be, and people to torture." I gave him my sweetest smile and grabbed his right hand making him let out a pathetic yelp."Right one it is then," I bit my lip trying not to get too excited over a pinkie as I put his finger in the hole of the cutter. His high-pitched voice sends a shiver down my spine, I pushed his hand flat to the table and sighed in delight when I heard the sweet crunch of the bone-cracking, decapitating his pinkie finger from its knuckle. Blood oozed and the loser quickly gets the kitchen towel to try to stop the bleeding, his body was still trembling from the shock."I'll see you next Monday with my usual drink.""W...what? I still work there?" Ted asked looking a bit queasy."You don't want to work behind the bar anymore?" I tilted my head trying to decipher his train of thoughts. People still seem to amaze me, this man said he needed the job, then he steals for money, and now that he had redeemed himself with the loss of his pinkie he was surprised that he still has a job at the bar."I...I thought he was going to let me go, my finger, and..""Nope, the boss always thinks that people who knew what happened when they messed up made a great asset. And you can show your friends my handy work." I shrugged then continue telling him he still have nine more chances to redeem himself. I thought Ted couldn't look any paler, but he just drop another shade of white. Maybe he was going to pass out, which means it was time for me to get out of his cramped apartment above the butcher shop.I have one more person to find before I had the rest of the night off and my phone buzzed with an incoming call."Beauty, I'm sending you the details, I believe you're done with the first one?""It's done, brought the souvenir with me," I smiled, feeling the light buoyant feeling on my feet every time I finished a job like this."Good, you'll have two days off but I want you to go to the mansion by Friday, we might have work for you."The mansion was code for the bosses' house, I've only been there a few times. Chad, my handler, the middle man between me and the big boss was all the connection I need. I was their secret assassin in between odd jobs like cutting fingers for their slightly rogue employees.Now, Chad had me on another easy chore, to find and once again cut a finger on one of the big boss's employees this time for small-time embezzlement. Chad didn't say much on the phone he never did though the line was secure, it was all about the secrecy with the mob guys and I just went along with it. As long as I get to play with my victims I was fine with his paranoia.Jail had never deterred me from doing odd satisfying jobs to quench my thirst for blood. I had a close one when I leave a witness for one of the mafia jobs, the first week on the job. They pulled me out, gotten me their best lawyer, but I've learned my lesson. Leaving witness is a big no, it'll slow down my working progress.The two-night delay as I stayed in jail waiting for their lawyer was also satisfactory on my side as I got to make the ugliest woman there my bitch. I didn't fuck her, hell no. With all the experiments I did growing up, women didn't do a thing to fulfilling my sexual needs. But I did kick her around a couple of times, letting out my frustrations and she let me."In and out, he has family, be subtle but be ready for more," Chad warned me further, he always takes precautions, he knows I'm good but he also knows things happen.He hang up and I slipped my phone back into my jeans pocket. The sound of my combat boots echoed through the empty basement parking lot across Ted's apartment. I put on my helmet and zipped up my leather jacket before I mount my black Suzuki. I like taking my bike in warm weather, I wished I could ride it all year long but I had my car for colder nights and transporting victims.The bike made me reach my target house faster, Scott just finished having dinner with his husband and two kids. The chubby guy looked like he enjoyed his little family, his trophy husband looked like he just walked off the runway. He looked like a guy I'd fuck, if he wasn't gay.After the kids were tucked in their beds and all the lights were off, I left my bike and walked towards the house. Their alarm system was too easy to get through and I was inside the house within seconds. The house was dark and quiet, after jamming the door of the children's room with a small piece of wood I found in the backyard, I walked straight to the master bedroom. I never bothered with unwanted family attention, especially children. Chad always said to minimize casualty, to make the system go smoother and so I did. That was why they kept on hiring me because I do as they told me to do.I decided to get through the trophy husband first and silenced him with my firm grip. Yeah, with all the adrenaline in their blood, the knife on their necks always made my job easier. They rarely resist. When I got the trophy husband restrained, it was time to wake up Scott. The satisfaction of seeing the horror on Scott's face when he saw his life partner bound and gagged, but not in a sexy way made me smile sweetly at him. The man will soon realize what this was all about."Hello Scott, a little birdie told me you've been stealing money from the big boss," I said slowly while feeling him shudder in my arms. I enhanced the experience by using medical gloves and not covering my face, I never did cover my flawless face. I was beautiful and I know it. And I wanted them to think by seeing my face I wouldn't let them live."Sit up, Scott and tell your husband what have you been doing to your boss's money and explain to him why he needs to lose a pinkie tonight.""What, no...please don't," chubby Scotty trembled in my arms, his trophy husband was crying his eyes out, sobbing hard, probably scared to death about losing a pinkie.I smiled sweetly and let Scott fall back to bed after I bound his wrists to his front and legs with zip locks just like I did to his gorgeous husband."Look, maybe I'll be nice, maybe I will leave the pinkie for your husband and he can reattach it. But for you my dearest Scotty, unfortunately, your pinkie will be collectibles for my boss."Taking both of their bound wrists I clicked the cutter to give them a more terrifying effect. I sighed when they both started weeping and looking into each other's eyes as if they were saying goodbye to one another.People. Always so dramatic."So, who goes first? shhh...you both need to be quiet, you don't want to wake up the kids right?" My smile grew wider as I watched both of them look at me in true horror."Take two from me and leave him be, please, I beg you, I won't tell anyone." Scott tried to wiggle his body closer to his husband."Oh, Scotty honey, I know you wouldn't tell a soul. I was sent here to make sure of that, and your good-looking husband here is a bonus."I looked at the time and realized I need to get out soon if I want to go home and be there before my favorite murder podcast aired a new episode."Look, I need to get back soon, I'll take two as you kindly offered so you can play the hero to your husband. But mark my word I'll be coming for more if you screw up in the future." I whispered menacingly and tugged his pinkie and cut it. "Yeah, that means you still need to go to work on Monday. You have a few sick days before coming back to your job with new work ethics." I continued to talk while Scott bite down his comforter and scream into it. Then I continue to cut his ring finger and gave the bloody finger to his crying husband. The bedding was ruined from his bloody fingers but I took his pinkie to give it to Chad in the morning.I let Scott out of his bound to let him take care of his husband and his mess, the man need to sort out his finger situation on his own.The cool night air was refreshing in the suburban area, it was peaceful and I smirked thinking none of Scott's neighbors knew that he just lost two fingers in his home minutes ago.People and the life they painted can be so shallow, I still couldn't understand why would anyone risk anything for a pinkie. I love all my digits, I'd never cross a man like Ardian Kreshnik Dovolani, I wouldn't dare to do it. I know I'm a psychopath, I think of myself as a predator but I know where to draw the line.And the boss was it.For the time being.Asphyxiation: deprivation of oxygen that can result in unconsciousness and often death : an act of asphyxiating a person or animal or a state of asphyxia.Tessa I ran after him, the bastard had the nerve to punched me and make a run for his life. Well, to be fair I was about to torture and kill him, so running away was a thing people do in time of panic. This morning the boss had instructed me personally to kill one of his member who was a snitch. Nope, no cutting fingers for the tattletale, instead he said to kill him and make him suffer and confessed everything on tape. So I did, I was setting up my confession booth and camera when the guy managed to wiggle and set himself free. My mistake since I haven't bound him properly and now I'm paying it by playing cat and mouse with him in the abandon factory building twenty miles away from the city limits. The man couldn't survive this but he sure did make me work for it and I was not happy about it. "Come out, come out wherever you a
Bloodlust: : the desire to kill or to see people killedNero There was no intention for me to go to the abandoned factory site, but the screaming and stench of fear were too intriguing for me to pass over. And then as I was getting closer the woman's voice pulled me nearer. I could hear her threatening the man with her smooth voice. There was a menace within her words, the evil behind her threats made the man oozes fear for his life.She was human, I could hear her heart beating excitedly as she spilled out her intimidation. It was in contrast to the male who was practically whimpering from her questioning. Then the smell of blood grew in the air, sweet blood induced in fear from the male strapped to a single chair in the middle of the room. The woman was whispering in his ear, and pressing the tip of her knife to his torso down to his stomach while her other hand gripped his throat almost choking him. The image was too alluring, it made me hard just to watch her from afar. Her br
Lust:1 : usually intense or unbridled sexual desire : lasciviousness 2a : an intense longing : b : enthusiasm, eagerness. 3 obsolete. a : pleasure, delight.TessaThe feeling stayed, I knew someone was watching me. The whole fucking night. I was not threatened, but I was so goddamn curious. Until the man showed himself the second my assailants were trying to mug and force me to hand them the keys to my bike. I almost laugh if not for the mysterious man who decided to step out of the shadows. Well...well...The guy was dressed in all black, my favorite color. He was tall and pale, so fucking pale that I could almost see the veins on his flawless face. His eyes were so strikingly intense, it was like he was poking into my soul. Weird. The man looked poised, and elegant as if he was too cool for the parking lot. He seemed like he belonged in a Venetian mansion, all dark, pale and mysterious. His gaze was studying me, he did not interrupt as I handle the two lame guys and sent them ou
Mafia: A hierarchically structured secret organization allegedly engaged in smuggling, racketeering, trafficking in narcotics, and other criminal activities in the U.S., Italy, and elsewhere. Tessa"You shouldn't challenge him," Chad reminded me. "What? I would never, well, maybe I did...but the man was such a pussy." Chad was lecturing me about the importance of keeping peace in the workplace. I mean seriously, I was an assassin what do you expect? morning coffees and discuss their gold-digging wives? Honestly, I was not missing much with my co-workers, I was glad not to be on their boss's monthly payroll with daily obligations and stuff. Never been one of those who come to the office everyday types of people. "You know better than to let the boss invite me here, I'm okay with you being my handler. I am satisfied with our communication via phone so I don't have to look at your ugly face. I love it, even more, when you texted." I smirked, knowing Chad was actually just like his nam
Definition of Vampire: A mythological undead creature said to feed on the blood of the living.NeroIt has been days. I could still savor her sweet metallic blood on my tongue, and since drinking victims made vampires get a taste of the human's desire and deepest thoughts I have sampled her lust for blood. The robust flavor lingers on my taste buds. I've fed in between but none was making my thirst subside. I craved the little killer and it was not a good thing, not for a vampire as old as myself. Because when one gets obsessed, nothing else matters our instincts will win and the monster will surface. Tonight was not a good night, not when I was scheduled to attend a meeting discussing the sudden rise of dead bodies on our west sector across the river. Vampires are creatures of hierarchy, they are expected to be obedient to their leader. They followed the rules, they know the consequences, and when too many bodies started showing up drained of blood there has to be someone responsi
Framed: Produce false evidence against (an innocent person) so that they appear guilty.TessaI've always considered myself a team player, at least that's what I want people to think of me. In actuality I just wanted them not to bother me, I'm a very individual person. Always has been.Rules are meant to be broken, but I'd never intentionally do so if it'll put me at risk. Once again, I was in my comfort zone with the current situation. I'd never do something stupid as being a snitch.So when I was accused of tipping information to the authorities I was truly offended. "Why would I want to do that? what's in it for me, Chad? you can't be serious?" I couldn't say that I was mad, well, maybe annoyed. But I was surely bothered and in my mind, I started listing people who might benefit from my downfall, those whose pinky fingers were missing will be my prime suspects."Honestly, I don't even know. I just heard about it today. I'm telling you to watch your back. It's not that I'm defendi
Caring: to have an interest or concern forSynonyms for caring:looking out (for), minding, watchingNeroI did not intend to greet her, I was content with watching her from afar. But when the little killer leaned on to the filthy wall I realized something was not right with her. Driving her car was also not my intention, but seeing young vampires creeping closer and smelling the blood scent carried by the wind I know I need to get her out of there. Not that I didn't believe she couldn't handle herself, but I assumed she was not feeling like herself at that very moment. Also, I didn't have time to deal with the younglings not when she told me that someone wanted her dead. I get that she killed people, humans have this fascination with money. They even killed for money while they preach about saving human lives, equality in war, and all that shit. What I've come to learn was that death had succumbed to currency, it was my little killer's job. Yes, she's mine. She didn't know it yet,
ForeplayErotic stimulation preceding sexual intercourse TessaWhen a hot stranger takes you to his place, and let him use his shower to wash away the blood of your latest kill you should be thankful right? So thankful that you let him kiss you? How about letting him have sex with you? Well, my vote is yes and yes. I was too fucking horny to care anyway and the man in my arms was hot as fuck. Mm... we'll get to that later, but first."You're a true temptation and I know you're well aware of that." He nibbled my ear, his voice laced with desire, and his mouth was tingling my skin causing goosebumps I rarely feel when I was getting into foreplay. Nope, my body craved the final ending, the climax. But with Nero... fuck, even his name sounded hot. With Nero, I wanted his seduction, when his teeth grazed my neck I could swear the man growled like an animal in heat. Fuck yes...I could hear myself moaning, it sounded so dirty. Forget about porn, I was hearing desperation, such neediness s