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Who did you approach and where do you plan on taking them?

Thrill Kill. I drive her/him to her/his house.

Do you do anything to them? If yes, what?

Yes. I let her/him out of the car, wave goodbye, and drive away.

Her/him? Make up your mind.

Your story was... exciting.

Please, don't tell me more.

Please, don't tell me more.

Okay.

It's a story.  Let's run with that.

Its a woman, of course.  I know.  Because I've seen her.  Enticed.  Enticing.  Me...I'm shadowed, of course.  Not literally, she doesn't know I've been watching.  Following. 

I mean, of course we've met.  Tangentially.  My plan. Serendiptously.  Coffee.  Groceries.  Gas. Does it matter?  I'm in line behind her at some point. She pays.  I pay next. 

"What do you think of this? "  I ask her.  Maybe it's chocoloate.  Or the weather.  Or my bracelet. 

Does it matter?

She's beautiful.  Why bother otherwise?  Gorgeous.  Not just beautiful.  I need a lot. I don't feel it if there's not much.  But, when I find it.  God.  O ya when I find it? 

But of course I dont' really know any of you. So having not found it....?  meh

He is tall and blonde and extremely good looking. I ask him to meet me at the bar for a drink.We act like we don't know each other and flirt and seduce each at the bar. WE make small talk and start caressing each other. We go out to my car, get in, drive to a secluded location and fuck like bunnies.

He falls madly in love with me and wants me forever. He is spectacular in every way.

WE both live happily ever after.

The end.

Why would he fall madly in love with you?  Someone from this forum especially?

"Soul Closing".  Or "Close Their Soul".

In a sense, it is why I come back to this forum, though I am new. I have done that, for better or worse -- "closed" a woman's soul.  Women.

What does that mean?  Nothing good, I think. This is not particular to me, but gives the essence (if you are a woman):

Have you ever been raped?  Molested?  Have a child who died?  A father who trespassed? To whom did you confess?  Who got close? Supported, understood?  Reached your soul, where you thought it was dead, barren, alone, never to be understood? Who "closed" your soul?  If I find you erotic, appealing...I want.  I have closed your soul.

 I understand. 

And that is where I do my work.  Behind your mask. Are you a sociopath?  It doesn't matter.  Do you hate?  Good, that is very good.  I can work with that. Scary thing is that is scary to me. I mean, I do it.  But I know I can do it. 

I plan it.  A woman I know once told me, after I literally explained to her what I did....she said...."calculation--is HOT." She was so turned on because she KNEW I had planned the whole thing. 

I can do that...god on a forum like this, it sounds trite, but I can feel your soul -- if I'm into you. Close your soul.  Have it -- not your mind, or your body, (god that is easy, if you are an attractive woman...w/ any sort of Cluster B disorder, this stuff is second nature).

Close your soul.  With my soul.  That's the trade.  And I know it.  I do it w/ my body of course. My touch. My embrace when you are weak...."tell me more"...I don't say that exactly, that's cheezy, cheezy....but its what I do.

Women have said to me: "Wow....you feel more like my husband to me that my husband does...". Or some variation.   That's the "sociopath" aspect.  Much like..Luna?...who runs this site?  Is that her name?

I am successful at this.  And I do feel...I mean..."just feel"...not bad, I just feel, dunno...I can feel it very much at times. 

But I just cannot resist.  I will have your soul.  Own it. I love that.  Be mine. I will take you.  God who knows why but it is -- I just love doing it. 

I won't fall madly in love.  And really, neither will you. Fall in love with me.  Not really. Something else.  I will just own you until you die.  You can go fall in love.  I'm good with that.  You will still be mine.  Bonded.  Like some weird vampire thing, except true.  Honestly. 

I'm 40 now. My married high school g/f still stalks me, occasionaly pings me.  No...I won't go to some random concert with you.  Of course I don't say exactly that.  If I bother to answer at all. 

But, yes BorntoDie.  I have seduced her.  To her soul.  I honestly, really didn't get it back then. She told me about herself...the first guy she ever told.  The guy who sexually abused her told her he'd kill her if she ever told anyone.  What is an 8 year old to do?  She was 16 when she told me, and still worried he'd find out. And christ I really was just tryng to help.

But then I, being young as well, just wanted to experience more.  Ok.  Experience other women.  She hated that. But, I did.  And who knew, that formula worked again.  Show me your raw soul, its ok.  Yes its ok.  And really...it was.  I never did anyting bad.  Other than leave, but who could blame me?  Your soul is still safe with me. 

Seduction -- by only physical...? Its ok, I suppose.  Its not me, though.  I have a craving, its horrible really.  I don't like it.  Cuz I'll do it again.  And frankly it doesn't bother me.  At all.  I think I rationize it...because...I can touch a woman, her soul I mean...where she has never, ever, ever...ever...let it out, let it see the light....because its safe with me.  I don't say that.  They feel it. I..."make" ist the wrong word...I "create" being safe.  mmm oh wow, ya  I love that.  And honesty, they really are safe.  Forever.  They will never share their soul again like that. Not really, because no one can "get" them like that.

 Like me. 

And so, I have those souls.  Not like the devil or some weird fucked up B grade movie.  No.  Like we'll always be close. She willl love me more than she ever loves any other man ever.  I know, because they still say that to me, in whatever way is safe for them to say...I mean, being married and all.  They have to be cool about it.

Who on this forum?  And why?  And how? 

-->> A lift?  Why would I be there? 

Well then,who are you?  If you have pain, I will know.  Lets talk.  No, that's lame. Touch.  Laugh...I mean, if life isn't about laughing why bother? 

Wait. Really? Like what, you'd kill yourself or something? You would? 

Why? I love life, I can't imagine doing that...

Really? You could, for real?  Why?  wtf that's kind of...I dunno...kind of do you think that's right?

Who made you feel like that?  Seriously?  What did you do to make them do that to you?  I mean, you must have done something...

ya.

I do that.

What did you do to make your father leave you at four?  I mean, not like its your fault, but I mean did you do something that made him want to leave? 

ya, I do that.

(ps - I am male, btw.  The current avatar of mine is a past love of mine, real pic.  only one I can say ever "had" my soul)

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I approach hyper who is dressed like a slut. She looks tired and a little drunk. I smile at her casually and ask her if she'd like a lift. She's hesitant and eyes my cautiously. 

"You'll be a lot safer with me than out on the streets here. I saw a group of guys walking around just back down the road a bit. Trust me, darlin', you don't want to be out here alone when they get here. Let me take you somewhere. I don't bite... much", I say with a charming grin.

(There was nobody just down the road. It was an effective lie to lure her into my car.)

She decides that the thought of possibly getting attacked by a bunch of random guys has to be worse than getting a lift home with a stranger. So, she accepts the lift and gets in the car.

As soon as the door is closed, I grab the gun I had hidden in my hand and point it directly at her head. She tries to make a run for it, but the door is locked internally. She can't escape. This realization frightens her, and I can see that she wants to attack me, but isn't stupid enough to think she can do it before I pull the trigger on the gun.

"You stupid, naive little slut. Move again and I'll fucking kill you." I say to her in a calm, firm voice.

I grab a set of handcuffs and place them on her wrists. They are connected to a chain that is attached to a piece of metal welded to the floor just under the front passenger's seat. The chain does not allow hyper to raise her arms any higher than her lap while handcuffed in the car.

I then inject her with a small dose of Ketamine, just enough to make her drowsy, and drive her to a secluded location I had picked out earlier. Upon arrival, I unlock the handcuffs on her, tie her hands with rope and lead her into a building. Still drowsy from the drug, she's in no condition to do anything except follow my lead.

Once inside I tie the end of the rope to a strong, support pole in the middle of the room. Then, with another piece of rope, I tie her ankles together. All she can do now is crawl as far as the length of rope will allow, but in her drowsy state, all she wants to do is sleep on the floor. I kick her in the stomach and tell her to wake up. She screams and throws up on the floor. Then lays there in her own vomit, crying and trembling.

To be continued....

I just read your post. Are you fucking crazy or what?