Puppet On A String

Becky (an ex girlfriend) would turn to me and some times say,

“I just feel like your puppet at times.”

I had to look the other way because I wanted to laugh. My nickname for her was poppet. She loved me calling her that. I used it straight away when we first met. It was actually a useful device as the other lady I was seeing, Susan, received that nickname from me too, but she was on the way out. It meant I could call them both poppet and not mix up their names with the invariable histrionics that would ensue. God, I am good.

What Becky had not realised that my calling her poppet was a corruption of puppet and every time I used it I would be laughing inwardly and beaming outwardly. She thought I was just smiling because I was pleased to be with her.

That is what it is all about. Making you my puppet. This is my aim. This is the means to my end of obtaining my fuel from you. As you will no doubt becoming familiar with, the means always justifies the end. Accordingly, by ensuring you become my puppet I am in the optimum position to control you to extract every drop of fuel I can from you.

I need to control you so that you admire me when I want it. I need to control you so that I can pull the strings and make you jerk to my tune. I am the puppetmaster.

To make you my puppet I engage on a two-pronged approach. Firstly, I make you utterly dependent on me. I open the doors and let you look upon heaven. That way you are in awe of what I can give you and you want it, oh you really, really want it. Secondly, I will then remove every method of support both real and potential that you might rely on to try and recover your free will (family, friends, colleagues and so on – I will be posting about how I do this through my slur campaign in a separate post) so that you have nobody to turn to. Thus, as you look on heaven entranced and enraptured, I am opening the trapdoor to hell right under your feet.

Once I have those strings attached to you we can begin our dance. It is long. It is exhausting. It is dangerous.

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8 thoughts on “Puppet On A String”

  1. “I had to look the other way because i wanted to laugh”
    HG, what kind of things do narcs find funny? My narc would usually not laugh during a comedy movie. He however, likes videos about people being pranked, which i don’t find funny at all. When i find something funny, it is very close to feeling happiness. Do u feel a kind of happiness during laughter? Could this be a topic for a post all on its own? Thank u in advance.

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  2. You really are evil, not directed to you but to all the narcissist out there. Why dont you just leave the people alone, what do you gain from all the hurt you cause, to the women you play?? You are miserable and pathetic individuals I feel so sorry for you all N out there.

    I have dated an Narcissistic sociopath, Omg I dont wish it on my enemy. Horrible experience for 3.5 years. He has a new supply now. I want to warn her but I know she wont believe me. He is planing on marrying her and I feel so sorry for this girl, because she will be his slave till the day she dies. She wont be leaving him unless he leaves her. He has already hooked her with his lies, fake love, fake passion, fake tears and fake promises, fake everything. What a loser. My gratification is knowing that he will never ever be truly happy, he will never love anybody, he will never find peace in his soul, he will always look and search for the next best thing, which of course doesn’t exist. He will lie and cheat till the day he dies. In the end he will die as a miserable person.

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