Sadistic (adjective): deriving pleasure from inflicting pain on others

A disgusted smirk cracked his lips. “I’m a murderer, you know? With the amount of people I killed, hell is basically my second home. What makes you think you can save me?”

But the woman kept staring at him, the innocent, naive look on her face reminiscent of a mellow sheep. Her eyes were sharp with foolish determination, as if she truly believed that her outstretched hand could tame the wolf circling her.

He loathed people like her.

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“Because I am not blind,” she urged, taking another step toward him. “I see your heart. I see the pain in your beautiful eyes. You’re not a villain.”

Blatant fool. Since the moment she knocked upon his apartment door, he’d been nothing but antagonistic, nonchalantly displaying the chains and knives in the wardrobe with splashes of red still evident. Evil was evil, there was no changing it. Yet as obvious as he was, the woman still fell for his charm in her twisted fantasy.

“Then, shall I prove you wrong?” He grinned widely, making a show of swiping his tongue across his canines and leaning his muscular body over a table. One hand pushed through his dark hair, and the other unbuttoned the topic of his shirt.

The blush coloring her cheeks signed her death sentence—the fourth victim to willingly deliver themselves to the handsome serial killer’s doorstep.