Chapter 11

"Sociopaths are often quite satisfied with themselves and with their lives and perhaps for this very reason there is no effective 'treatment'."

-Martha Stout-

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The room felt dark, cold and uninviting. The young master was sitting behind his desk wearing a black suit and pants which matched his personality. The guards inside the room were quiet as they silently watched him. Every movement he made made them nervous, for they had never known what he would do afterward. Such unpredictable temper he had, it was almost impossible to predict his mood, one moment he would be laughing, the next second he would snap someone's head off.

Vincent pulled out his second cigarette from its pocket, placing it in between his lips and signaled one of the guard to lit it up. The tan muscular guard stepped forward with a match placing the fire on the edge of