Psychopathly
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What does it feel to be like a psychopath person? And what causes psychopath all of this in this story!! I hope y'all enjoyed it sorry if there was some grammar mistakes!!<3
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"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME" I shouted pointing a knife at him. It was the only thing keeping him away from me. "Do it!" He said with a wicked smirk. I curse myself for sleeping with this psychopath killer. My body trembled at his demand. I can't believe I'm pregnant with his child. "I swear I'll do it." I threatened moving back and he just chuckles "what wrong with you ?" I asked as a tear dropped from my eyes. "You think I'm scared of that knife. I enjoy pain just like I enjoy killing people." "You sick stay away from me." I shouted taking a step back. "I know. People used to call me psycho when I was a kid so I became one." ******* EDITED VERSION OUT NOW :)Complete
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"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME" I shouted pointing a knife at him. It was the only thing keeping him away from me. "Do it!" He said with a wicked smirk. I curse myself for sleeping with this psychopath killer. My body trembled at his demand. I can't believe I'm pregnant with his child. "I swear I'll do it." I threatened moving back and he just chuckles "what wrong with you ?" I asked as a tear dropped from my eyes. "You think I'm scared of that knife. I enjoy pain just like I enjoy killing people." "You sick stay away from me." I shouted taking a step back. "I know. People used to call me psycho when I was a kid so I became one." ******* EDITED VERSION OUT NOW :)
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