ISIS Can Be Conduit For Psychopaths' Violent Desires: Experts. Paris: Not all jihadists are psychopaths, and not all psychopaths turn violent. However when a person craving violence is drawn in by ISIS ideology offering them glory and a sense of belonging, it provides a volatile mix that can lead to the kind of massacre seen in the south of France last week, experts say. French investigators are at a loss to explain the motives of Mohamed Lahouaiej Boulhel, a Tunisian who crushed 8. ISIS- claimed attack in Nice after an apparent lightning- fast radicalisation. He is the latest in a long line of attackers inspired from afar by ISIS extremists to be described as suffering from mental or personality disorders.
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Like Omar Mateen, who shot dead 4. Orlando nightclub, Bouhlel was cruel to his wife and children, according to prosecutors, and was reported to be chillingly calm during the attack. Investigators found gruesome evidence on his computer of corpses and searches for images of car accidents, and those interviewed by police said he had shown no sign of religious fervour until recently.
The acts and motivations are usually logical - not 'crazy' or 'senseless' - to the perpetrator. ISIS in particular is a magnet for psychopaths.
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It offers identity, meaning, participation in an epic struggle. It offers them a passage to paradise. The beginnings of psychosis.
That's not mentally ill, he is thinking strategically. If he knew what he was going to do later that night he certainly wasn't stressed by it. He was actually hunting people to drive over. That's part of your personality.
Violent Desires Chapter 9: Bring Me Harry Potter, a harry potter fanfic. Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all this wonderful HP world belongs to JK Rowling. CHAPTER 9: Bring me Harry Potter. October 1. 99. 7Dumbledore was dead, the Order was weak, and the Light was fading. It had been four months since Snape's betrayal to the Order and Grimmauld Place was no longer our Headquarters. Dust covered the walls and furniture and ran up to the ceiling, covering the whole house in a gloomy grey mist. I was going down the stairs to the kitchen, yawning after a well- deserved but still agitated night sleep.
Everything was quiet in the house; even Walburga's portrait was silent.'Come my love'The voice whispered in my ear; I jumped and turned around but there was no one. It was not Walburga's voice, for sure.'Hello?' I hesitated.
I did not understand, I had checked the house and there had been no one!'Come to me'The whispers seemed to echo inside my head. I climbed down a few steps when I heard it again.'Come!' The voice was harsh. This time, it was as if a hand was tickling my nape and running down my spine; but again, I was alone.'I know this voice.'Candles flickered against the wall as I glanced around me in a hurry. Whispers again, in a soft, almost loving voice. But no matter how warm the voice was, I was freezing.
It was not good to hear voices, not at all.'Filthy mudblood'Her face popped before my eyes and I gasped in horror. It was her voice in my head, her soft voice calling me.
I had managed to forget her, to focus on everything else but her. Because she had haunted me a year ago, I had forced myself to let aside every single sign of her. She was my nightmares, the monster creeping under my bed that I heard when I woke up in the dark of the night, sweating and panting; the pain felt so real. I was down another flight of stairs when the sing- song voice pulled me to a corridor hidden in dim light. My feet carried me to the very last door, the Black sisters' room. Andromeda's name had been scratched; of course.'Come''Alohomora.'The door creaked open, revealing a huge room plunged into darkness.
Only a thin ray of light passed through the heavy curtains. Of what I could see, the room was a complete mess. Furniture were broken and scattered all over the floor, posters and frames dangling on the walls. The only pieces that seemed in a decent state were two large four- poster beds on each side of the room; even Andromeda's bed had been destroyed.
I lit up my wand and took a step inside, walking on broken glass and avoiding sharp wood boards.'Finally' Her voice was singing in my head, all around me. For a second, I seemed to regain consciousness and wondered why I was here, why I had not left yet when I had no desire to be close to her or to where she had lived.'Why am I here?' I asked foolishly in the hope to get an answer.'Because I need you.'I froze and clenched my wand tighter. This time, she had spoken barely in a whisper, but it was not in my head.
She could not be here; with the Fidelius Charm, she could not- 'Stop thinking, love.' She leaned on my shoulder. While I wanted to turn around at once and fight her, all I could do was close my eyes and try to think rationally, despite all the memories that clouded my mind.
Her weight on me, the excruciating pain when she had cursed me; all of it and even more . She grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards, muffling my cry of pain with her hand. I could have fought back, I could have cursed her. I could have, but I could not; I did not want to.'I missed you, and I know you missed me, love.'Her lips trailed my jaw, leaving soft kisses wherever she could reach. Her touch was exquisite, thrilling, soft and strong at the same time. I rested my back against her chest and let myself fall into her embrace. I was surprisingly relaxed and peaceful; the part of me who hated her seemed to have disappear.
I loved her. In this instant, I truly loved her. All her wrongs had vanished, and there only remained her beauty, sensuality and affection for the insignificant girl I was.'Bellatrix.' I moaned as she slipped a hand under my shirt.
I could almost sense her smile in my neck. I turned to face her dark eyes shining lustfully. My wand slipped from my hand and rolled silently on the floor. Her hand still rested on my hip, the other one stroked my hair gently.
My mouth was dry when I grabbed the back of her hair and crashed my lips onto hers violently. She pulled me even closer . I had never kissed a girl before, but I had fantasized about it. However, this was nothing like what I had imagined: sensual, soft and yet violent. Warmth invaded my body; she was so perfect, so hypnotising. My unskilled hands stroked her back and hair clumsily, while hers, more confident and probably more skilled, attempted to take my shirt off. I could feel her body heating up just like mine as she laid her eyes on my bare chest and licked her lips.'My baby loves it, don't you?' She giggled, sounding almost like a child.
In answer, I rested my hands on her lower back and pushed our crotches together. She moaned loudly and arched her back, thus allowing me access to her prominent breasts.'I need you.' She whispered between clenched teeth. Her lips found their way up to my breasts and the tip of her tongue teased the sensitive flesh of my nipple.
I was hers, utterly and infinitely hers.'I need you to help me, love.'Her teasing were fiercer, and her teeth sunk into my breasts here and there. It was so pleasant and exciting, it was heaven compared to what I had experienced before. The idea crossed my mind that maybe she could please me more than I used to please myself.'Do you love me?'She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. I was confused; but she loved me so much, I could not reject her, not when she was asking for my help.'Ye- yes,' I hesitated, 'yes, I love you. Why do you need me?'Her smile grew wider and her lips crashed unto mine forcefully.'Bring me- ' She giggled between passionate kisses, 'bring me Harry Potter.'Harry.
He was just upstairs with Ron- she was going to kill them! She kept on trailing kisses in my neck possessively, but this time my stomach twisted in disgust.
What was I doing here with her when she was only a step away from killing Harry? Her, who had killed Sirius! She seemed to feel the tension in my body because her hands clenched my hips more firmly, as to not let me escape her.'I will.'The words had slipped from my lips with no hesitation, and the sound of my voice had not betrayed any worry or concern.
I wanted to give her Harry to please her. I needed to satisfy her just as she was satisfying me. Her nails scratched my collarbone and droplets of blood stained my shirt.'I know you will.' She cackled. Bellatrix pushed me backwards and I landed on one of the beds. The sheets were covered with dust that flew all over the room and invaded my lungs, making me cough. She was laughing, I could not make if it was nice or sadistic; considering who she was, I opted for the sadistic laugh. She leaned over me, her hair tickling my face.
Her knee pushed against my thighs, avidly demanding entrance to my core, which I allowed in a whimper of pleasure. The sensation of her leg rubbing against my sensitive skin sent me to heaven.'Come on, you can do better than that.' She reproached. She took my shaking hands and guided one to her chest and the other on her thighs. I knew what she was expecting of me but I had no idea what to do! Pleasuring another woman was not something I had imagined to do, at least not so soon; I was completely lost. I did not know what she liked, what turned her on; I did not know her at all!'Be inventive.' She whispered on my lips as her own hand pushed in between my thighs.'STUPEFY!'A flash of light shot from far on my left and just missed me, crashing on one side of the four- poster bed. Over me, Bellatrix rolled on the sheets and crashed on the floor.
I just had the time to follow and roll over as the wood structure crashed and impaled the mattress in the exact spot I had been laying mere seconds ago.'Come out Bellatrix!'The room was pitch black but there was no mistake on who had spoken. Harry was probably in the doorway with Ron by his side, waiting for us to show ourselves and. Bellatrix was crouching next to me, definitely not coming out to the boys. Mischief was gleaming in her eyes.'Come so I can kill you- and let go of Hermione!'Bellatrix laughed at him.'Oh, she can go. But I don't think she wants to.'She grabbed my arm and pulled me to her, her dark eyes piercing through mine. She never took her eyes off me, though her words were not really destined to me.'She doesn't want to leave me.
She needs me just as much as I need her.''I saw you attacking her- don't lie and let her go!' Ron grunted.'I did not attack her, Weasel! You should have watched more carefully.'Her lips teased mine for a second and then retreated with a popping sound.'She doesn't resist me, you see. She asks for more actually- don't you my love?'I was speechless, incapable of thinking rationally or defending myself.'Lumos maxima.' It had been Harry.
A ball of light the size of a basketball flew on the ceiling and stabilised in the centre, lighting up the whole room. We were still behind the bed, hidden from the boys.'Here.'Bellatrix handed me my wand; she must have picked it up when she had fallen from the bed. I reached for it but she pulled it away and tutted.'Finish the job.'What did she mean 'finish the job'? She did not give me time to think about it. She put my wand in my hand, grabbed my arm and pulled me up next to her. Her wand was pointed at my face. On the threshold, Harry and Ron stood side by side, their wand raised and ready to cast a spell.'Let her go.' Ordered Harry.
Ron's confused look drifted to my fingers clenched around my wand.'So you are with her, then?' He asked bitterly. Bellatrix released my arm and grinned with pride.'Ron- ' Harry tried to calm him down.'I DON'T CARE!