you give me some more of yours, and I will give you more of mine... They best be worth it though, or no deal.
All right SharkBait. I think your story was worth one from me. Also, I just really want to tell this story. I had a lot of fun. This story is not the subtle manipulation of your story Shark, but like I said I had funHere is the story and don't read and then complain how long it is. I want to do this. Don't read it if it's too long for you.
He conned me out of four hundred dollars. He saw a weakness in me and played it.
Some friends and I were looking for some acid and we found it quickly. At an apartment shared by a girl and a guy. No real relationship between them. In fact their seemed to be no relationship between them at all, except she was letting him stay in the other bedroom. A friend of mine was cheating on his wife with the girl, he didn't think I knew that at the time. She was really hot, who could blame him. Funny, I don't remember her name, but I know her roommates name. Anyway, we met her roommate who had what we needed. Got it and went on our way for a very good trip.
A week or so later I found myself at that apartment again. A decent party in progress. Aaron (yes, his real name) was hanging out next me. Told him we had a good trip and asked if he could get more. He said he could get whatever I needed.
“Sheets?†I asked
“Sure.†he said.
“Could you get me two sheets for $400.00?†I can remember the look on his face when I said this. Looking back I can read it. It was obvious that he suddenly realized an opportunity had just landed in his lap. At the time I was blinded by greed. I could make a lot of money and fast because of the circles I traveled in and besides I knew where he lived.
A couple days later he came to my apartment, got the money, and said he would be back in an hour. An hour went by. Two. On the third hour I called his apartment. When I asked for Aaron the hot girl said he just finished moving out his stuff that morning. The implications were of course immediately clear to me. I was pissed. But then something happened. Something clicked in me. It occurred to me that I had the moral high ground to do whatever the hell I wanted to do to him. The joy of this idea overshadowed my anger.
I went straight to her apartment. She felt bad and told me he had moved in with some chick he met at his job. I asked her where that was. She didn't know where he worked. The only thing she knew is he had gotten a job as a cook or something. I looked through the few things he left behind in his room. I got lucky. A piece of paper with a phone number and a name. The girl in the apartment confirmed that was the new girlfriends name.
I tracked the number to a house. A house practically out in the middle of nowhere. My friends and I went out there very late the next night. The house was surround by a wrought iron fence with some tall hedges. It was dark and rainy. No streetlights yet. The area was under development. You couldn't see much on just a drive by, except that it was a very expensive and massive single story house. It had to be the wrong house. How the hell did that little shithead get in there? We had to have the wrong address.
I had my friends drop me off a little ways down from the house and told them to drive by every five minutes or so. I almost killed myself going over the wet wrought iron fence but was pleased to find lot of cover and darkness. I skirted along side the long driveway to the back where there was a separated from the house three car garage. Parked back there was a jeep I had seen at Aaron's previous abode. There was another car outside the garage. Both the jeep and it were far enough from the garage so someone could pull in and out. I guessed there were several people living there. Not just Aaron and his “girlfriendâ€.
There lights on in the back portion of the house and movement. I took up a better position, watched, and waited. I saw someone. A really fucking hot girl. Not long and I saw a second through the window. I was in awe. He had to be good to get in there. It was also pissing me off that little shithead was in there. Something had to be done about it.
On my way back to the street I cut two tires with my butterfly knife. It was a start.
After a few conversations with people about this place, I was able to figure out what the hell it was. Hooters Girls! I don't know if they still do this, but Hooters did buy big luxurious houses and lets the girls travel from city to city. I assume they paid some kind of rent, but discounted I'm sure. At this I wondered who was playing who in this relationship Aaron had. My bet was she enjoy him to a point and was also using him to pay her part of the rent. Perfect. I knew what to do to bring him down.
My weapon of choice. The payphone and a network of friends (I'm telling more about myself in this one post then in the entire time I've been here.)
I found out more about him. Times he went into work, where his parents lived and worked, along with their phone numbers. I also managed to find someone that hated Aaron (surprise) who knew someone Aaron sometimes hung out with.
My first phone call went to the girl on the piece of paper. I'll call her H for Hooters girl. Such a house screens all their calls, but they also listen to the messages.
First target “H, I need to talk to you about Aaron. If you are there please pick up.†Left it at that.
Second target. I had a female friend of mine call Aaron's parents house at different times and ask for him. Nothing more than that.
Third Target. Called Aaron's place of employment just before his shift and asked for his manager. Which I then asked if I could speak to Aaron.
Wash rinse repeat with escalation of phone call content.
The calls to H. I posed as a boyfriend of a girl who used to date Aaron. I implied domestic violence issues and that she should consider being very careful.
The girl calling his parents did a wonderful job. She was in fear for Aaron's life because he got mixed up with some bad people that were looking for him. She even manged some crying calls. I wonder if she's on stage somewhere?
Calls to Hooters just became more menacing in tone at the agitation he was never there. Implication that I wasn't really a friend of his. More just looking for him.
I got a steady stream of intel from the friend of a friend. My guy also feed info to Aaron's friend about the situation. My guy made it clear that there was this really big guy with a big gun looking for Aaron on my behalf. Which was true, but there was nothing beyond that.
Two weeks of this, he was fired and thrown out of his “houseâ€. He ended up with that friend I had been getting info and feeding info. I spent the next couple of days stopping by their apartment with my big friend. We would pound on the door and they wouldn't open. We would only stay a couple of minutes and never parked where they could see what we drove up in.
Finally I got a phone call from him. He was in tears and asked me to stop bothering his friends and family. I suspected a set up and played dumb. He said he pay me back.
“Oh you mean the 800 dollars you borrowed to fix your car.â€
He didn't even argue the figure and said he'd get it to me in a week if I left everyone alone. I did. The money never came. But I wrote it off. I saw it as four hundred dollars of entertainment. I kept track of him for about five years. Every time I felt peevish I would fuck with him.
Well, ofcourse I don't ruin people, but let me tell you a story about someone who isn't me.
Once upon a time there was a guy. We'll call him SWIM. Swim was a nice kid from a rural town, he ended up meeting this girl at a party one night, in swims mind she was pretty awesome, lets call her. Whore... Whore appeared to be a very pretty, fun, outgoing, sweet college girl, she was actually one of swims first big crushes at age 18, whore was 21. Anyway, swim and whore spent alot of time getting to know each other over the phone, like how she had just ended a messy marriage and he told her about all the crazy things in his life... and they accepted the faults in each other, and reveled in the strength they had going through those terrible experiences... but they lived in towns pretty far away, swim was a bit naive at this time and didn't know much about whores in general.
As their relationship grew, they started taking trips to visit each other, more and more often. She would go visit him, he go take a trip to see here, their "love" blossomed and grew every time they met, they were like lovers that knew each other other on the deepest level. Or so Swim thought.
But as Swim would come to find out, there was something a bit off about Whore... He was madly in love and quite blind to the reality that he didn't want to believe. He noticed things, like... There were certain times she didn't want him to hang outside of her house... but she came up with random excuses, and ofcourse swim... the naive boy that he was, believed her excuses. Then one day after making love and showering, (he got out ahead of her) he noticed a text on her phone that read. "Ok, Love you babe, see you tomorrow." Tomorrow ironically being the time that Swim was supposed to leave.
This broke pour swims heart, but he didn't react in anger and he didn't question her, all of the pieces began to fall in place, his eyes were open... Why she reacted so distant and surprised (negatively so) when he just showed up that one time, why she didn't want him loitering outside her place, the mysterious text message. The vail had been lifted and his reality been set straight.
It was quite clear what he needed to do. Swim was a pretty tech savvy guy, before he left that day, he installed a hidden keylogger on her computer, a program used to record keystrokes, that would forward anything recorded over a secure FTP server nightly in the background without giving any sign of what was being done. He gave no indication of what he knew, but lovingly kissed her goodbye as usual... and he waited.
During this time he secured the password to her facebook account, her myspace, instant messanger client, and a few others. But what it did most importantly was verified what he had already known. She was indeed still married to her husband who traveled often for work. Now for most this would have been enough for someone to walk away, but not swim, his mind reeled with thoughts of revenge, he knew what he had to do.
He continued talking with Whore as usual, sending sweet texts and messaging her online (being sure to record everything and store it away for safe keeping) and soon he was invited over again for another weekend together.
This time he told the whore that he had an idea, he smiled naughtily, he pulled out a blindfold... they'd done this sort of thing before, but swim thought it was a great time to take it to the next level.
They had their hot, steamy, kinky sex as usual. Swim stripped her naked, blind folded her, and tied her to the bed posts. She had a bit of a thing for being abused, so this time, he brought a cat-o-nine tails to be sure he left his mark... This time was slightly different however, this time, once she was blind, and he had the music blaring he set up a camera in the corner, the video camera ran as he whipped this poor girl bloody and then fucked her to serinity... in the video her claims of loving him, him being the best she'd ever had, all she'd ever wanted in a man, etc... (all while ensuring his face was not visible in the videos)
His mission was almost complete... Swim had and "emergency" come up, so he had to leave early... (but not before removing any trace of the keylogger and collecting the husbands contact information from her phone.)
When he got home, he went to work. First he opened up her facebook and myspace accounts, firstly he changed the password to the accounts and then posted photographs from the video on her pages. The videos where sent digitally to her husband and a couple of her family members.
Once they were posted, Swim angerily calls up the whore and screams at her for posting such private things online. He declares he never wants to see her again and if she tries to contact him, he will file a police report against her for recording them against his wishes.
Swim never heard from the whore again.
by HelloTech
Thank you,
I would say the "emotional payoff" from ruining others for myself is similar to playing a video game. While it is exciting and offers something to do, it is a very superficial type of exciting. It's just something to do.
One thing I'd like you to think about since you obviously have a large interest in the sociopathic mind is: why a sociopath would start a thread about ruining people. What do you think the real reason for that thread was? What type of people responded to that thread? What did I gain from that? I realize these questions will probably kill that conversation but I've already made up my return. :)
It's interesting that you too also do not give a crap about how other people are feeling and you are compelled to ask the question every day. This action falls directly under manipulation. But it's an acceptible form of manipulation. The wide spread acceptance of the action now free's you from the checklist. I'm wondering what other items on the checklist have wide spread acceptance in one form or another. Everything in factor 1 pertains to 90% of children. Does this mean they are sociopaths?
Anyway, I appreciate the candid remarks. You are offering some good perspective on some "un-askable" questions.
EDIT: also think about the people that did not respond to the thread. :)
I'm going to post this here before someone else does. Don't worry, I've already mirrored the responses. :)