Thread: I Want to Play a Game [Wendy Darling]

Lack of empathy, Shallow emotions, Lying and manipulativeness, Impulsivity, irresponsibility, Low tolerance for boredom, Poor behavior controls, Remorselessness, Egocentricity and grandiosity, Intelligence, Perceptualemotional recognition deficits. Well, that about covered it. Psychopath. Dr. Mathew Stevens quickly erased the 5th and 7th on the list. He was both responsible, and had immaculate behavior controls, at least outside of his episodes which only occurred outside of ear and eye sight of the general public. Save his unlucky victims. Besides, if one knew he was a psychopath, did that not null the label and make him a sociopath? Perhaps. Still, he liked the word psychopath, it had such a ring to it. So did the word psychiatrist. Which was his job. Dr. Mathew knew he was a contrast in terms, an irony that could do with being extinguished, yet he had found a rather strong sense of empathy with life and living. So there went 1 and he easily recognized the signs of emotions, so perhaps he really wasn't a psychopath. Unless... Now there is an interesting theory, He said aloud. A dual-personality, one a psychopath, the other a sociopath. I wonder what it will be called? Perhaps... Hehe... The Stevens disorder? Not quite the same ring, but certainly... A bit more sinister, wouldn't you say Kierra? Glancing down at his latest victim. Little Kierra came from the foster system, where she had easily been misplaced and deleted from their records within seconds of the moment she'd walked into Dr. Stevens psychological ward. She was a cute little thing. Seventeen, so much life left in front of her, if only she would stop cutting herself! Depression. The most common anxiety of teenage girls. Such a pity that she would be taking her own life only a week after meeting the doctor, if only he'd had more time. Dr. Stevens smiled down at her precious, tear stained face, You want to live now, don't you Kierra? She tried to nod, but the tape across her mouth that held her to the plank of wood that held her over the small kiddy pool prevented that. Such a pity... My methods truly are exceptional, yet, they would never be accepted. Dr. Stevens pulled his cock from within her trembling little cunt, it was bloodied and smeared with juices. Then he peeled the condom off, and ripped the tape from Kierra's mouth. Stuffing the bloodied condom inside, and closed her mouth again. With skill, ease, and experience that betrayed such a well-spoken and well-educated man, he took a razor and sliced along her arms. Making sure to make the cuts jagged and uneven, as if she'd done it to herself. The blood drained into the pool, and mixed with the bleach. Goodnight, sweet princess. - The next day Dr. Stevens entered his office and found a folder upon his desk. Something he hated, especially before his first cup of espresso, sipping it and staring at disdain at the folder he finally decided to open it. The picture in front attracted his attention, and his anger slipped away quickly. Well hello, He said as a disgusting smile crept up his lips, Beautiful... He tapped the speakerphone to his secretary, Kathy, when does my new patient arrive? This afternoon sir, Excellent. Thank you... His calm hand began to shake, as he touched the photograph of the beautiful teen, victim number... Thirteen, was it? Perrrfect!