The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1)

by S.T. Abby

I love humanity but I hate humans. —Albert Einstein

“Fine. Fuck it. I don’t need frostbite on my dick anyway,”

“Life sucks,” he says randomly. “Then you die. Might as well live while you’re still alive,”

“Women serial killers statistically don’t torture. They’re actually far more efficient and harder to track down because of that,”

“Sexual sadists are often impotent, and they seek out their sexual release through the torture. No signs of rape were found, but it’s likely the unsub hasn’t evolved and grown the confidence to rape the men yet.” “So a gay sexual sadist?”

With her defenses down, she was lost, almost worried about being hurt just from speaking to me. Call it a hero complex, but I found myself drawn to her right then.

“Are you flirting with me, Agent Bennett?”

When you are courting a nice girl, an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder, a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity. —Albert Einstein

I lived. Others died. I lived, yet I feel dead.

I drop back down to my seat, wondering how planning out a brutal murder is easier than dating. The world is entirely too fucked up.

Force always attracts men of low morality. —Albert Einstein

His whole life is nice and shiny. Just like all of them. I can’t wait to paint it red.

LOGAN: You seriously didn’t remember his name? ME: I only retain the names of people I like or want to kill. I cringe when I read that back, realizing that’s not a good joke—even though it’s true—to make to a FBI agent. LOGAN: Hope I’m on the right list. I blow out a breath, then smile at the morbid joke, now that I know he’s not taking it seriously. ME: You are. Currently, you’re at the top of the right list. It’s been a while since I smiled like I do when we talk. LOGAN: I should have kissed you.

Yet, we don’t miss a day speaking. And it’s the highlight of my day. Every day. Every time. Every single word.

Then I could have been spared the awkward wave I gave. LOGAN: But the REALLY awkward wave was cute.

The problem is the fact he’s sort of my opposite in the not so good way. Meaning, I kill people and he catches killers.

LANA: Agent Bennett, I’m sorry. This has to end now. ME: At least call me by my first name if you’re ending things. LANA: Agent Bennett sounds sexier. That has me smirking. ME: Oh? Handcuffs turn you on? LANA: Restraint is a hell no. Not my thing. But I wouldn’t be opposed to using them on you… If we ever make it to that level, that is.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

To know the secrets of life, we must first become aware of their existence. —Albert Einstein

Now I’m a 5’4 package of vengeance that no one sees coming.

We’ll burn good together.