Shell Shock

I was in a consultation with Dr E. We had been discussing the various methods by which I obtained fuel and the conversation had largely been given over to the question of the methods of obtaining negative fuel from those that I had ensnared.

“Tell me,” continued Dr E, ” about one of your favoured states to place a victim in.”

“Tough call that Dr E, I have several.”

“Select one then and tell me about it.”


“I am interested to ascertain what one the states is and in particular what you get from that.”

“Haven’t you been listening? I told you that it is the fuel that I obtain from their emotional reactions, especially the negative ones. That is what I get from these situations.”

“I recognise that but I have seen, through our consultations, that everything you do serves a multiplicity of purposes. Everything of course leads to the harvesting of your fuel but I have seen you gain other things beside your fuel.”

“Such as?”

“I have made notes but I do not want to prime you, I want you to describe the situation and then explain to me what you get from it,” pressed Dr E. I sat and regarded him for a moment. I tried to ascertain if he was getting something else from asking me about this. You see, I have worked out that Dr E is a rascal for projecting. He cannot help himself. He will suggest a methodology applicable to me when in fact what he is talking about is a methodology he wishes to apply. In this instance he was trying to get me to talk about the multiple benefits of a given scenario whereas what I knew was that he was getting more from this discussion than just receiving an answer to that question. I know your game Dr E. You think you are smarter than me but you are not. Still, I decided to indulge him. There was no need to let him know that I was on to his method.

“Okay. One of the situations that I like to create is one of a shell shocked silence.” Dr E began to write. I waited for his reaction before proceeding.

“I see. Please explain more to me.”

“Well, we have discussed at length the various manipulative methods that I apply to get fuel which bring about control and the diminution in my target’s capability to resist me. I lower their critical thinking,Β  maximise their isolation and increase their reliance on me. The sustained and repeated application of these techniques often leads down the road to my target being left in a state of shell shock.”

I waited as Dr EΒ continued to make his notes. He scratched his nose and then spoke.

“Do you do anything in particular that brings about this shell shocked state?” he asked.

“It is the culmination of a variety of manipulative techniques but there needs to be a final flourish, something that will tip this person over the edge into their numbed silence.”

“Such as?” he queried.

“Well, I find that a sudden escalation of a certain act or behaviour tends to tip the balance. It might be the violent destruction of something that they love right in front of them that causes them to stand shaking unable to speak. On another occasion I may reveal that I have been engaged in an affair with someone they trusted and felt close to, say a best friend or a family member. I do recall that once I was having sex with Alex and part way through I told her ‘By God Joanne you are so much better at this than Alex’. Truth be told it is really about the build up, the campaign has to be such that any resistance and ability to fight back must be totally eroded so that when this coup de grace is applied they are just plunged into a broken silence.”

“I see but how does silence provide you with fuel?”

“Easily. It is the tortured look on their face that provides me with the fuel, the strangled sob, the look of total and utter defeat in their eyes. Those tears which trickle down their face as they look at me in a mixture of horror and disbelief. I have told you before about how a wildebeest has that strange expression on its face, something between terror and confusion as a lion eats it alive. It is the same there. Bringing about such an expression combined with this silence produces premium fuel.”

I stretch as I savour the memories which flood my mind at the mention of this technique.

“What is it about that reducing this person to such a state that appeals to you beyond this level of fuel that you obtain?” asked Dr E.

“The fact that is demonstrates that I have total hegemonic control over them.”

“Leaving you able to do what?”

“Anything I like. After all, nobody prevents me from doing what I want.”

“By rendering them into this state you remove their capacity to object to whatever you do?” he queried.

I nod.

“But surely that makes them little more than an automaton and if that is the case how can they be of use to you in such a state? I should have though that they would now be devoid of providing you with the reaction that you require?”

“But this state is a reaction in itself Dr E, it is a pinnacle of the campaign and represents triumph on my part, it exemplifies my supremacy and my power and the desolate eyes, trembling mouth and forlorn expression all amount to a reaction and a satisfying one at that.”

“I see,” said Dr E and he continued to write. I waited for him to finish the sentence in his notebook before he looked at me.

“And of course ultimately there is something else that arises from this shell shocked silence.”

“What is that?” he asked.

“Silence gives consent.”

23 thoughts on “Shell Shock

  1. Barbara says:

    I can’t read this s*** any more. I am going to unsubscribe.

  2. So Sad says:

    There you go again with those feelings of Omnipotence HG ..

    Do you honestly think you know better then the doctor who is treating you ..? Rhetorical question BTW .. We all know what the answer is ..

    Thanks again for the insight .. And good luck to Doc E . He needs it πŸ™‚

  3. Cara says:

    My mother can shell shock me & leave me wondering if I fought in some war or attempted to have a normal conversation. The truly shitty part of it all is that every time she manipulates me, uses icy silence as a weapon, she teaches me to do likewise. And these are not lessons I ever asked to learn.

    1. nikitalondon says:

      But now you can learn otherwise πŸŒ·πŸŒ·πŸ˜ƒ

  4. MissSunshine says:

    Oh how he carried on pushing with his cruel words until he got the tears. And on the occasions I was tough and wouldn’t give him the emotional reaction, off he’d dissappear for the night, (I’ll be back in the morning, he’d say as he picked up overnight night things) and if he STILL didn’t get a reaction, he’d get to where he was going and then text me, saying I’d caused an atmosphere and he hates an atmosphere, wait for me to react with indignation at the blame being laid at my door… and then switch his phone off. Spot-on as ever, HG.

  5. nikitalondon says:

    It is indeed a cruel procedure which causes alot of harm. Being called Another name while making love 😒😒 oouch 😒😒.
    I did have shell schock treatment, not as shocking as the above but one that very correctly said, leaves you totally confused and under comtrol. I still dont know with my silence and tears to what I gave conscent.
    But I dont even remember about the past anymore and I dont even want to remember. Past, gone… I look forward to future πŸ˜ƒ…. Only future..
    Thanks for posting HG. Its somehow hard to imagine you giving out such cruel treatments,but “I know more or less” how it feels for the other person the loss of control. I can imagine it.
    I send you good morning blog kiss 😘😘😘

  6. observamt says:

    At this point, what you are witnessing in those tears is the last bit of hope leaking out of that person. When there are no more words, there is no hope: they have given up. There is no fight left. There is no emotion. It would seem to be the end of the fuel, right?

    1. malignnarc says:

      Until we allow it to build up again and then we will be back

      1. nikitalondon says:

        I dont want to hear anything about coming out for more πŸ˜–πŸ˜–πŸ˜–

        Just daydreaming….

  7. Cara says:

    And you manipulate Dr. E like everyone else. You like feeling smarter/better than him & his fancy degrees.

  8. jingercin says:

    Wow HG. This one kind of hurts.

  9. Build them up high and higher, so the effect of knocking the chair out from under them gives the maximum effect as they prove Newton’s Law going down. Makes sense…now. Buona notte e sogni d’oro πŸ˜‰

  10. Bity Roll says:

    I got that, a blessing in disguise really, passed the initial state of shock (heart broken, made a noise in my ears and pain in my chest), the violence of the shock was so bad, I felt I had been slapped by a concrete giant, that I finally woke up from the spelled trance and started (slowly still) the steps to terminate that whole hellish crazy business toward my present freedom. But Goodness, how far it goes, it is completely out of this earth. H.G. nothing gets past you.

    1. malignnarc says:

      Indeed BR

      1. Bity Roll says:


  11. Silence isn’t consent HG

    This short video may help explain things for you.

    In this example, the unconscious person represents your silent person.

    1. malignnarc says:

      I don’t deal with unconscious people though do I? The unconscious gives no fuel.

    2. nikitalondon says:

      Which video?

      1. malignnarc says:

        There was no link attached.

      2. It’s in my comment nikita. Or you can google ‘tea and consent’

        1. nikitalondon says:

          I saw that one.. Long time ago. I thought like HG said that there would be a link attached.
          Thanks πŸ˜ƒ

          1. Ah j thought there was. Hahaha yes I think I posted it before! Okay I will remember now. Lucky I’m no longer with an N as I could easily fall for the gas lighting

  12. Lil one says:

    What if it was said to you the other way around … HG you can not compete with RG.. RG is better than you HG .. then what you going to do. Storm out of the bedroom … take off and … you finish the rest HG. .

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