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  Do you ever question yourself what it's like to be responsible for someone else's life? Or even daydreamed about possibly doing extreme things such as plotting out the perfect murder? I have. Oh lord do I. Practically every chance I get like now. When the day drags on my mind wanders... Wanders to darken crevasses of my mind...

  I imagine the smell of blood. How each person has their own "brand" of blood. The way it gushes out of - "Delaney!" A gruff voice disrupts my thoughts. Delaney was my last name of course. "Twenty-nine copies of these papers and make it snappy." The male voice barked. It was my boss, Mr. Fuckwad... Not really.. I have a strong distaste for him because he's really inappropriately sexual in and out of the work environment. Jaxston Kinsley is his real name.

Jax was a sexist, slightly racist, and extremely sexual person. He is extremely unprofessional. He is in his mid 40s already balding and obese. In other words just an overall unattractive old man. It has been rumored that he's has allegedly raped four underage girls and sold them off as slaves.. Sex slaves. The only reason why he still has his job is because his step-father is the mayor of the city.

  Usually I wouldn't care because well, I'm a sociopath.. Self-diagnosed of course. I'm qualified enough to recognize the characteristics of a sociopath.. After all I am a psychologist. Strange career path for someone like me... But realistically it's rather intelligent. It helps me seek out people who are like me and help them not feel alone like I have. Also, help them not being ashamed of who they are and if they have thoughts like I do that they must protect themselves. By that I mean you have to master the art of normality. Pretend that you're an average person with feelings and such... Almost like a mask you put on over your real face. Or an act in a life-long play.

I grab the paper that Jax laid on my desk. My jade green eyes darken with despise.  He has made several suggestive moves on me such as, stroking my upper thighs, "accidental" groping of the breasts, and ass slapping. He also has said sexist slurs to me in a such a degrading way. I've had enough.

  He's next....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 15, 2015 ⏰

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