PSYCHOPATH

PSYCHOPATH

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"fuck me," said the monster. _______________________ A psychopath, a person with a mask of sanity. Someone who blends in. Unlike their sociopathic counterparts, psychopathic criminals are cool, calm, and meticulous; making psychopathy the most dangerous of all antisocial personality disorders. Though there's something about them, something emotionally intriguing and intellectually engaging that draws us in, making us apart of their sick mind games. Maybe that's why FBI agent, Ella Grant, can't get away from the misunderstood monster... _______________________ WARNING: GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (18+) note: inspired by hannibal i use poems and quotes; they belong to their rightful owners cover was made by Fracture :) the psychopath hides, a wolf amongst the sheep.
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A baby girl is born in the year of 1995. She had a loving childhood and a loving family, what could go wrong? An individual's life is hard and unpredictable, but could it be really bad to the extent of affecting an entire country? How bad is really bad, and how much trauma can a human take before they break? What does a 'broken human' entail? From the ordinary to the outrageous, read on to find out. "She heard gunshots, she heard the guards yelling at her to stop, but she continued running. She ran and ran, probably the fastest she had ever ran in her entire life. She dashed into the room and quickly scanned it for a place to hide. So many...wait, what is this, a morgue? A flurry of footsteps and voices dashed through the doors. She turned around. There was no where to hide. They've seen her. They saw her already. Backing up against the wall, facing them, she prepared for the worst." Cover by dashinvaine

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