sadist

Malevolence takes a bite out off your spirit. Just sitting with it, just talking with people who consciously and deliberately exploit others, feels like being beaten. Over the years, l have seen many therapists burn out and leave the field entirely. [Refers to treating sex offenders, p6]

But it wasn__ mine anymore. It was his. I was his. Something in that flirted with the submissive I knew that lurked inside. How long had I waited and searched for the right man? One who could dominate me with more than just words? A sadist that liked the extreme side of life? That__ what I needed, and one with a darkness to match my own.

No one can please a man who is not at peace with himself.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

Once, in a three-day taping that included several sadists, the material was so overwhelming that both the film crew and I got sick - I with a sinus infection, and the entire film crew with a flu so severe they had to delay their departure from the motel. Our immune systems had weakened, I believe, from the beating out souls had taken.

Such a brute should underneath all his braggart tricks, his viciousness, his vileness, be a coward. But I am convinced that he was not. Because even cowardice requires a certain degree of sensitivity, and a certain value for life.

Please, Sir, make it hurt.

Has Orc shown up here?_ But neither Caine nor Diana answered. Both were staring at Drake, who sauntered toward them, all his cockiness restored, no longer the ragged scarecrow who had wept when he saw the melted stump of his hand lying on the tile floor. __rake,_ Caine said. __e thought you were dead._____ back,_ Drake said. __nd better than ever.__he red tentacle unwrapped itself from around his waist, like a python releasing its victim.__ike it, Diana?_ Drake asked.The arm, that impossible bloodred snake, coiled above Drake__ head, swirled, writhed. And then, so fast that the human eye could barely register the movement, it snapped like a bullwhip.The sound was a loud crack. A mini__onic boom.Diana cried out in pain. Stunned, she stared at the cut in her blouse and the trickle of red from her shoulder.__orry,_ Drake said with no attempt at sincerity. ____ still working on my aim.___rake,_ Caine said and, despite the blood, despite Diana__ wound, he grinned. __elcome back.___ brought some help,_ Drake said. He extended his left hand, and Caine shook it awkwardly with his right. __o. When do we go take down Sam Temple?

A 'sadist' of her kind is an artist in evil, which a wholly wicked person could not be...

The sadist desires to command and control. The masochist desires to be freed from the burdens of liberty. That is Socialism.

And that was something Gwen had on Zoey__he saw the shadow surrounding him, the one he so easily hid from everyone else. Perched on his lap, her pupils were big and her pretty mouth tense. She was afraid of him. But rather than scare her off, the fear lured her.

Poems should be like pins which prick the skin of boredom and leave a glow equal in its pride to the gate of the sadist who stuck the pin and walked away