Psychological Manipulation 16/03/2011 07:52:00
I remember when I first met you. You were so weak, and I wanted to exploit that. I wanted to have you under my conrtol. And I knew I would. Whatever I want, I always get. So I put on a persona (hehe) of a nice, cool, loving, person. Someone who would be of intrest to you. I walked up to the table where you were sitting at alone. I asked if this seat was taken and you replied "no". I smiled and sat down while introducing myself. You told me your and I commented on it. I told you that it was cool. You belived every word of it and smiled. I ordered us drinks and ask more questions about you as if I wanted to get to know you better. You told me everything about you (bad move for you) and I pretended that I cared. You never noticed that I got into my life story or anything. This amused me. It was far too easy. Once I knew that you were the victim that I was looking for, I put my plans into action. I told you that I had to leave, but I wanted to get to know you better. You smiled and gave me your number, though I never gave you mine. I told you that I would text you soon, and that we could meet up somewhere, or go out. You smiled and nodded, while I left. While walking to the car, I smirked to myself and though, 'I'll have fun with this one. I'll break them until their crying at my feet and trying to crawl back to me. Then I'd throw you away and find a new victim.' A cold laugh escaped my lips as i reached the car and out in.
memento mori