Shall I Deploy a Follow-Up Hoover ?




The follow-up hoover. A staple method of gaining fuel from you either post discard or post escape, whether of a positive and/or negative nature. How though does the follow-up hoover come about, how do I decide whether to do it or not and what are the circumstances that can cause it? Here is an instance which will assist your understanding of our methodology and mind set so you can identify the factors which put you at risk.

I discarded you. You failed me and you had to go. You had no idea of course that this was the case. You tried to see me, speak to me, plead with me and you were rebuffed and told to stay away. The teeth were bared at you and you saw that look in the eye, the one that still unnerves you and you backed away. You slid into misery and confusion, unable to comprehend why I flung you to one side, why I wouldn’t at least do you the decency of explaining. You do not realise that our kind are never beholden to the obligation to explain. We are above that. You however operate by differing standards and regard it as a common courtesy to explain why something has been done and it certainly applies when the situation is one of romantic entanglement. You believed that you are owed an explanation. We operate from the position that we owe you nothing because once upon a time we gave you everything.

I have the new primary source of fuel of course. She was from a shortlist of individuals who were being cultivated as I embarked on my cruel devaluation of you. When I slipped away to my bolthole, when I made repeated excuses to go to the bar when we went away on holiday, when your back was turned I was extending my electronic tendrils as I engaged with these prospects. The fuel flowed from them as they readily connected with someone as charming as I. How could they not? A couple of these prospects have been kept in reserve, contingencies as they became outer circle friends who will wait in the wings, suitable brainwashed and conditioned so that they will jump at the chance of being promoted to the primary source at some future point. I know as well that they will not hesitate to hand me the dagger which I will plunge in that primary source’s back at some future point. There is no sisterhood here in the battle to win my affections and favour. Thus two find themselves admitted to the chain of fuel providing appliances and like two growing plants, I occasionally tend to them, cultivating and maintaining their interest, keeping alive the hope of promotion. It is reassuring to know that if the one who eventually saw off the others on the shortlist has to be discarded then there are ready and waiting appliances who can be plugged in without much more effort. It is not always possible to find those appliances which will wait around but it is far from impossible. You may be surprised at the number which will readily accept a role as an outer or even inner circle friend, possibly an acquaintance too in the right circumstances. Content to have intermittent contact with me in person. Happy to have more frequent contact through electronic medium. These reservists will smile at the primary source, appear to even be friendly but they are only doing it to maintain my favour. If I give the signal they would rip the throat from the primary source in order to replace her. That is what we bring out in people.

Still, those are the reservists but for now an excellent primary source was chosen and thus you were surplus to requirements. You heard no more from me as a wall of silence greeted your attempts to contact me. Your position as primary source came to an end. You were made redundant and you were cast aside. I drew fuel from imagining your distress at this state of affairs and you repeated attempts to contact me provided similar fuel until I decided that I wanted to concentrate on the new primary source and therefore you needed to stay away. Thus, as I mentioned, the teeth were bared, you were warned and for once you listened and backed off.

Life has been sweet with the wonderful, new and shiny primary source who has lived up to expectations in her admiration, adoration and love. All is well and I cannot say that I have really given you any further thought since I made it clear that you were to “stay the hell away from me, understand?” I have been drinking deep from the new, potent fountain and enjoying all of this fresh, succulent fuel. So much so, I soon moved her in and why not? I may as well ensure that such a precious source of fuel is on tap.

Then one day I was moving some things around in the study and I found a book which belonged to you. I picked it up and you flared in my mind. I know that if it was the other way around, you would have been consumed by emotion as you triggered this ever presence. That does not happen with me. There is no charge of emotion but instead there is the spark of opportunity. The appearance of this book has caused you to enter into my sphere of influence. You did nothing did you? No telephone call, no text message, no driving past my house, all of the usual things which victims do in the aftermath and which will invariably result in a hoover. The appearance of this book has thrust you into my mind again. I have plenty of fuel from the wonderful primary source but a dash of hoover fuel would be welcome also. I feel no need to re-engage you as my primary source, your replacement is functioning well, but I am fuelled, powerful and I want to taste your hoover fuel. You have entered the sixth sphere of influence and caused a Hoover Trigger.

Moments such as these are delicious indeed. I have taken a bite of the succulent cherry that is the new primary source but here I am with a delightful opportunity to take a bite of another cherry and apply a hoover to you. What I especially like about it is the fact that because I do not want to or need to rekindle our intimate relationship again, the effort required will be minimal in order to get a taste of your hoover fuel. I pull out my ‘phone and look up your number. I kept it of course. I felt no need to block it. You rang and you rang but I never answered and eventually you gave up. I wonder for a moment whether you have blocked me and feel a twinge of irritation if that proves to be the case. Nevertheless, I have the energy and inclination to want to hoover you,, I perceive that there is a good prospect of gaining fuel from you, I have no reason to think that your fuel will be diminished, I have considered whether there may be obstacles but do not regard there as being any which would mean the attempt is likely to fail and I have not perception that you will reject me and thus criticise me and cause wounding. The Hoover Execution Criteria has been met and I have surpassed the bar, it is thus time to hoover you.

I jab your name and smile as I hear the ringing noise and within just two rings (two rings! Someone remains keen!) you answer. Your voice is tentative.

“Hello? HG?”

“Hi Tabitha, how are you?”

There is a pause. You are trying to work out what is going on but I know you will want to talk to me. You answered didn’t you? You spoke. You want some answers. You need to know. I have seen it so many times before and therefore I know that no matter how much you may think that you need to end the call before it gets going you will not do so. I know that the emotion is surging through you, hope, expectation and no doubt the glowing embers of the love that has not yet been extinguished for me.

“What do you want?” you ask but it is not said in a hostile tone.

“I was just thinking about you and I thought I would give you a call and see how you were doing.”

“I don’t understand. Why call me now when you made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with me?” Ah, a bit of a fightback from logic here. Fair enough.

“I know, I know, that was some time ago, I was in a bad place, a lot going on and something had to give. I know I didn’t handle it well, I am sorry.”

Like hell I am but I know those three words will have a magical effect. I stop speaking. I can picture you trying to hold back the tears, fighting with the competing emotions that are washing over you. I can feel the power rising inside of me at this image as I gather the fuel.

“You hurt me, you really hurt me,” you say voice cracking slightly.

“I know, I know and I am truly sorry, I know you must hate me, listen if it is any consolation to you, I hate myself for what I did to you, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that.” That should hit the spot. A bit of self-flagellation always goes down well.

“Well you won’t hate yourself as much as I hate you,” you answer with a little steel in your voice. It’s good. It is all fuel.

“Trust me Tabs,” oh yes the shortened name for added familiarity needs to be used here, “I know just what I did and I am not proud of myself. I just felt it was only right that I call you in order to explain…”

I hit the end call button after saying this.

Five seconds. She will call back in five seconds.

Sure enough her name appears on the ‘phone as she returns the call.

“Hi,” I say enthusiastically.

“You went off.”

“Yes poor signal I guess.”

There is another pause. I say nothing allowing the silence to be used to compel you to speak. I know that you want to talk. It was always likely and your behaviour so far is laden with indicators that you want to continue to talk.

“You said you wanted to explain,” you say and I hear the hope in your voice and the fuel drips from you once again.

I know that I can dangle the prospect of answers in front of you for weeks now. I don’t want you back. I do not need you back but I have tasted your delicious hoover fuel and I like it. I have managed to cause you to speak to me and then call me back after everything that I did to you, including my callous discard. That highlights the power I have and that is why when remembering you through seeing the book it was too good an opportunity to miss and I applied a benign hoover. Not to win you back, but to get you to respond and to provide me with fuel. And it has worked.

I lick my lips before I speak.

This cherry is mighty sweet as is the fuel from this successful follow-up hoover.

29 thoughts on “Shall I Deploy a Follow-Up Hoover ?

  1. KT says:

    So in which instances do someone get promoted to primary source again or in which instances not?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      It all depends on the need for fuel and the availability of sources.

      1. Diana Prince says:

        Hi HG, my ex narc sent a nice message to my sister. What is the purpose of this communication by proxy? Thanks.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Was the pleasant message about you or your sister?

  2. KT says:

    So was tabitha ever promoted again? If so, why? If not, why not?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      No she was not. I used her to gain positive fuel and triangulate her with Jane who I was devaluing. I also had a very promising prospective primary source that I was focused on at the time. Jane knew that Tabitha was my immediate ex and therefore she reacted to this triangulation with a lot of fuel.

      1. Amanda says:

        Do you ever use exes other than your most immediate ex? Like if you were engaged or married to an ex are you more likely to use them more for triangulation purposes than other exes? I am the only girl my ex has been engaged to so I am wondering if that makes me more at risk of being hoovered.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Hello Amanda, yes I do. I draw fuel from them along with residual benefits and character traits. The fact that there was marriage or engagement may mean that that appliance is at greater risk, but it is not a given. It might be that that appliance needed to be bound more tightly and thus engagement occurred.

  3. Lidia says:

    HG Tudor … Do your type like making an ex partner jealous deliberately ???? ….. Or is it just for the sake of getting fuel!?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Hello Lidia, for fuel. Fuel is the rule.

  4. Lids says:

    HG Tudor …. Do you like to make exes “jealous deliberately” … Or is it truly just for your fuel!?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Hello Lids, for the fuel.

  5. Angel says:

    What happens if say you call her and she sees the number and has a new bf answer or someone pretending to be bf?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      The Lesser may suffer a loss of control and ask “who the fuck are you?”
      The Mid-Range would ask to speak to her and then ask “who answered your ‘phone?”
      The Greater would smile and immediately relish the opportunity of triangulation and two sources of fuel.

  6. NarcAngel says:

    Always interesting to hear your spin on things HG. I say spin because it is after all your story snd you are entitled ( haha of course you are) to see it anyway you like. But it is different for some of us and yet the story will remain to you as you choise to see it. Heres mine: i have no desire to be your Primary despite your attempts to have me believe I am or ever could be. I am perfectly fine in my role as appliance to you and to perform a service necessary for your survival. I view it as charitable and the right thing to do for another who may be suffering and who I can help. So when I see your name or number come up I am not fooled but indeed “fuelled” myself. I grin and lick my lips also. You can say that you are happy with your new toy, that you just came across something that reminded you of me and it triggered you to greedily seek another dollop of fuel, but the pointvis youre here arent you? On the end of that line. Feeling all in control and working me over as you see it. You fill in all the emotions and blanks with however you want to see it and rightly so- this is after all your play or production. But I see it as you coming once again hat in hand for something that you NEED, but that I provide willingly because despite all of your feelings of power and omnipotence you cannot survive without us Empaths and I think the world is a much more interesting place with you in it. So spin your yarn and drink deep my dark Prince. I am happy to oblige while grinning and licking my lips.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Thank you NA, I am always interested to read of other people’s perspectives and I understand the point you are making in what you have written. It is true that my kind need your kind although we hate to admit it. The fundamental difference is that you want one of our kind, whereas we can happily move from one to another of your kind and therein lies the inherent tension and source of much pain and misery between our fated interactions.

      1. NarcAngel says:

        Quite right HG. I want and you need. And I also can happily move from one to another of your kind as there is certainly no shortage.

        1. HG Tudor says:

          Touche NA.

      2. Seduced says:

        NarcAngel wow. I’ve never tried that on purpose. .. I wonder how that would work….

        1. NarcAngel says:

          I can say that it works very well for me Seduced.

  7. Despite the fact that i have potential to soar as i mentioned in my earlier comment, (which i was doing when the narc came into my life 11 years ago) yet…. i am quite numb right now.
    It’s weird, it’s like he wants both from me….for me to be successful so he can profit from me somehow and he wants me an utter failure and he’s doing things against me like he putting me in jail and giving me a record to prevent me from being successful. It doesn’t make sense.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You will find through reading here and my books FL11 that we engage in contradiction and hypocrisy most readily in order to do what is best for us.

  8. Love says:

    “I feel no need to re-engage you as my primary source, your replacement is functioning well”… Those words are engrained into my mind. They are what keep me strong and I am able to continue with No Contact. Every time I get a call or text, I’m reminded of that statement. There is no desire to reinstate my position. Its only a proposition to demote me further into secondary status.
    I decline. Its an insult. I was born to be a primary… Never anything else.

  9. Never happen in my case. I left him without looking back. Except for the huge snag….i have 4 kids with him. I am stuck. He is never never nice to me save the occasional for show purposes only when he gives me back something of mine that he stole from my house in the divorce and im supposed to think him a hero for….
    Though recently he gave me a pack of caramel through the kids. I like caramel, he knew it. If was for the kids only. To make him look nice. I threw it away. Im afraid he might have poisoned it. I dont trust anything from him .
    He never wanted me to leave and he is mean am the time though very cleverly, still trying to set me up and sabotage my life to punish he for leaving him. I only made his life better in every way. Financially, socially, sexually, yet, ive had people tell me he says i made his life a living hell.
    I just want him to leave me alone. I fear he never will.

  10. 1jaded1 says:

    No fuel for him..guess he gets the bitter pit.

  11. Forgotten says:

    oh Tabitha… I’ve read about her… but You haven’t written anything how did You devalued her prior to discard… the last nail in the coffin. .. She always let You do what You pleased…. She never complained… asked or demanded…what’s happen? Have I missed something?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      That is to come, Forgotten.

      1. Promises promises.

  12. Louie says:

    I think back and wonder who was I, then? I know who you were. An ugly monster inside and out. Not worth the redial. Just a broke ‘thing’ inside and out.

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