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Demented

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Time 4h 18m

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"Oh my god!!!" I screamed as I pulled at my hair. My eyes were red and my tan face was now pale. "What's the matter, dear?" My mom asked from downstairs. Trembled with absolute fear and horror, my eyes began to water as I quietly say. "I-It's the doll mom. Oh my god, it's the doll."All Rights Reserved

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I'm not mental by PsychoticSmolBean

"Lana, just listen to me!" He shouted as I kept walking away from him. "Lana!" He finally caught up and grabbed my arm, "Dale, let go of fucking arm!" I shouted as he pulled me to a hug. "You'll just say I'm a maniac.." I whimpered out as he gave me a soft yet tender kiss on my head. "Lana, mom didn't tell you at all?" He said as I nodded. "Oh Lana.." He pulled away looking into my watery and red eyes, as my mascara trailed down my cheeks, he sighed. "You're not mental...You're-" I cut him off as I began to scream seeing a tall figure lurk up behind him

Mantis by agapisze

She lures men into the bedroom, promising good fun, but instead threatens them with a knife. No alpha male is safe around her. One might think she's a psychopath, but if someone delves into the dark story of her childhood, they might see her differently. He needs her to get out of financial trouble. To do this, he must cunningly take her against her will to meet a mysterious businessman, and time is running out. Both feel attracted to each other... The guy, whose name had long slipped my mind, squeezed my buttocks tighter and mumbled something in Spanish, but so indistinctly that I couldn't tell what, and then he lifted me up from my knees and pulled me towards the bed. - What's wrong? - he asked, his gaze wandering distractedly over my face and décolletage. - Do you prefer me to come inside you? In response, I shook my head, raising one corner of my mouth in a mischievous smile. Ah, men. So powerful, yet so simple and predictable. - I don't want you to come at all - I murmured, smiling devilishly. Confusion appeared on the Spaniard's face. - What?! Then why did you start? I couldn't help but smile, seeing his dumbfounded expression. - Just to see your face now - I replied with a sickeningly sweet voice, staring at him with icy eyes, still smiling. Chaos erupted in the Spaniard's eyes, so much so that if it was a reflection of what was happening in his head right now, I could congratulate myself on my success. The little voice inside me was jumping for joy. - What?! - the guy exclaimed, getting up abruptly. - Are you crazy?! Stop fooling around and finish what you started. He approached me and groped me, guiding my hand back to his manhood. I didn't resist. I didn't feel like prolonging this game. I was already tired today. I took out a small surgical scalpel from the hem of my frilly skirt, which I practically never parted with, and pressed it against the first available spot on his body that caught my eye. It landed on his lower abdomen.

Urban Divinity by jawncuffies

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

The Torment by Ray_hates_it

December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

Mine ( Jeff the Killer × Depressed Reader) (Completed) by Indeedimawsome

You often go outside at night. Because that's when you can hide. You wear a mask to hide your pain. You don't smile. When you do it's to conceal pain from reaching out and getting ahold of the last bit of sanity you have. That is, until you meet him. He's always smiling. Even when in pain. His eyes stare into your soul without a single blink. And he holds a bloody knife to your throat. Which will only make him smile more when you start to realize, HE IS FEAR. *DOES INCLUDE ADULT CONTEXT! CUSSING MENTIONS OF RAPE AND OTHER SUBJECTS THAT MAY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE* You have been warned

"All Eyes" {Eyeless Jack x Reader} by XannVe

"Oh Y/N~" he said as he walked past the table I was hiding under. My tears were falling on the ground as I sat next to my brutally murdered friend, one of my hands covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming or throwing up. "I know you're here, sweetheart~" he continued. I squeezed my eyes shut, but opened them again after some time. I looked right into his empty eye sockets. "Gotcha." Before I even could scream, everything went black.

DARE (Mature/18+) (Delena/Semi Fanfiction) by Delena_x_Semi

"Come here, my little one." "Yes, Mistress." I took the chain of her collar again and tugged it. She sat up. "On all fours." She placed her hands on the ground, walking on her knees with me to a place where there was more room. I could see the wonderful wounds I had created on her back. They must've stung still. I stopped walking and tugged her collar again. She quickly sat down on her knees, still with her hands on the ground. The smile stayed on my face when I could see those drowsy eyes looking at me desperately. "Praise me." I demanded. She quickly bent to the ground. "I love you.. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. All I can think of is you, all the time. I didn't know what to do with my life until I met you, Mistress. I don't deserve you. I deserve nothing. I am nothing. You may treat me however you want. You may hurt me, just for your pleasure. You may do anything, just because you feel like it." "Go on." "...I love you. I'm obsessed with you. You're all that is on my mind. Sometimes I just want to.. look you up, just to see you. I have." "What do you mean?" "It's nothing, Mistress." I quickly pulled up her chin. "That's not what I asked." "I.. I try to see if you're home when I walk past your house." I looked shocked at her. I quickly pushed her over. "You what?! Have you never heard of privacy?" Selena let herself fall to her side, covering her head. She was genuinely scared. I clenched my fingers around the handle of the cane, but then let it slip it out of my hands. The sounds of wood crashing against a wooden floor sounded through the room. Selena startled, looking at the cane. She quickly got up on her knees again, placing her forehead on the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not doing it again, ever. You deserve privacy. You do." THIS BOOK IS MEANT FOR 18+ READERS. DO NOT REENACT OR PARTICIPATE IN THESE SORTS OF ACTIVITIES IF UNDER 18, TOO INEXPERIENCED, UNKNOWN TO THE COMMUNITY AND GENERAL RULES. (PM me if you need advice.)

Insanity by firelordstorm

"Oh, my God." I look up from my hands, the blade wet with red liquid. "Hi", I say cheerily, giving him a wave, laughing as more drips onto my lap. I gently set the knife down on the counter top beside where I'm sitting, my legs covered in knife marks, giving it a loving pat before picking up the next one. It's too clean. It needs to be pretty. "Theresa, put the knife down", Jake orders, walking quickly over. "Put it down." "It's not pretty!", I shout, surprising him. "It doesn't understand!" He looks at me, looking deep into my eyes for a moment before ripping the blade out of my grasp, dropping it onto the floor. "Come on. Let's go get you fixed up." "I don't need fixing!", I scream, kicking my fiancé as he tries to pick me up. "I'm perfect!" "Shh", he says. "Of course you are." "You're a liar!", I shriek. "You're trying to make me ugly again! I made art and you don't like it!" I burst into tears, burying my face in my hands, sticky blood getting all over my face. Jake ignores me, scooping me up and carrying me into the bedroom, then into the bathroom, locking the door before putting me down on the counter. "I don't wanna be fixed!", I cry as he wets a washcloth, wiping the red water off of my skin, thrashing as more and more of my masterpiece gets washed away. "Stop! Stop it!" "Shhh", Jake soothes, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's not hurting you." "You're destroying everything!", I yell. "It was a masterpiece!" -------- Theresa Moore. Age:21. The strange thing about her is, she doesn't remember much. A voice speaks to her in her mind, telling her to kill. Sometimes, the voice, becomes so much more than bossy. It takes control. *this is merely a first draft right now. Edits will happen when the story is finished, burn it you find mistakes, please let me know by messaging me

The Devil's Bride by Storyismything

"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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I'm not mental

"Lana, just listen to me!" He shouted as I kept walking away from him. "Lana!" He finally caught up and grabbed my arm, "Dale, let go of fucking arm!" I shouted as he pulled me to a hug. "You'll just say I'm a maniac.." I whimpered out as he gave me a soft yet tender kiss on my head. "Lana, mom didn't tell you at all?" He said as I nodded. "Oh Lana.." He pulled away looking into my watery and red eyes, as my mascara trailed down my cheeks, he sighed. "You're not mental...You're-" I cut him off as I began to scream seeing a tall figure lurk up behind him