Warning Letter



“Dear Victim.

Well here we are again. Or rather, here I am again. I referred to we because as I mentioned in my first letter to you, I do not really distinguish between you and all the others, so what is about to happen next seems to me as if it has happened with you, numerous times before. What is going to happen is something that I have done so many times before with so many other victims so one thing to keep at the forefront of your mind is that you are not alone in being subjected to what will come next.

It has been amazing so far hasn’t it? I told you I would love you like nobody else ever has and I delivered. Okay, I was actually loving your praise, love, admiration and adoration of me, but to you it felt like I loved you in a way which went beyond anything you had ever experienced before. That certainly kept you happy. You told me every day how happy you were. You told your friends, your family, your colleagues, the man at the hot dog stand, in fact anybody who would listen. I enjoyed watching you do that. It made me feel good. It made me feel powerful.

Here I was able to make you tell the world about our perfect love and goodness me have you loved me perfectly. You told me every day just how much you loved me. You cared for me, looked after me and helped me in so many ways. From letting me use your car when I crashed mine to scratching my back as I lay in bed at night ready to sleep. Of course it was not all one way. I gave you everything I could. I only did it though, to get your fuel. I give to receive. I do not know any other way. You sometimes told me about your love for me being without condition.

I didn’t understand what you meant. No, that is wrong. I understood what you meant but I struggled to imagine doing this. I love you with so many conditions, the chief one being that I only actually love you for the fuel that you give me. Not for who you are. It will take you a long time to understand this and even longer to accept that this is the case. This is why I am writing this letter so that you can keep reading and re-reading it in order to allow it to sink in. After all, nobody else is going to be able to tell you how it really is will they? Anyway, it has been brilliant so far. Ordinarily I would claim that that is all down to me, after all am I not brilliant? It is a fact however that you more than played your part. You gave me absolutely everything.

Your heart, your soul and you poured every essence of your being in to the concept of us. I know you did this because I could see you doing it. I had to because I needed that in order to sustain me. The more you gave, the more brilliant I became, so you gave even more in return. It was an upwards spiral. Two people working in magnificent harmony. You because you believed in us. Me because I needed your fuel. Not that you ever realised this. Why would you? I became the perfect partner, complimenting you, praising you and loving you in that oh so spectacular way. It was intense, it was scintillating and I made sure I became everything that you would want from a relationship. It was a great deal for us both. I made you feel ultra-special.

You gave me the ultra fuel that I need. Does it matter that what I provided to you was based on something else? I would say not, you still got what you wanted didn’t you? I should imagine you would argue that it did matter because you truly believed that I loved you for who you are and that should be the case. I can understand why you would think like that.

You are big on this love thing aren’t you? That is why I picked you of course, that and many other reasons as well, but that played a big part. I wonder though; if nothing altered, if I kept treating you the same way forever as I have done so far, even though it is predicated on a completely different basis to the one you think it is, would that trouble you? You wouldn’t know of course. All you would know is that I continuing to give you the apparent love you crave, in the manner that you have come to expect and in a fashion that makes you feel so special. I don’t suppose you would be particularly upset if that remained the case would you? The thing is though, that isn’t going to happen. Yes, you read that correctly.

What has happened so far, marvellous as it is, is effectively at an end. Oh, you will be allowed some glimpses of the person you thought I was, from time to time, in order to keep you with me, but to all intents and purposes this golden period of unparalleled love has come to an end. You won’t realise this because first of all you just cannot accept that something so wonderful could end in this manner. Second of all you will not realise because of what I am going to do. I am going to confuse you, bewilder you and befuddle you. I am going to make everything hazy, amorphous, nebulous, blurred and indistinct so you are not going to understand what is going on.


Why am I going to do this? Well something has changed. I would usually explain, if I ever felt that an explanation should be given (and I operate from the stance that I owe you no explanations because I am unaccountable) that as usual it is your fault. You have let me down. I do believe that to be the case. I wish it was not. I wish this wonderful period could have continued for the rest of our days together but it cannot. What once invigorated me and made me feel powerful just does not do so in the same way anymore.

Don’t think you are alone in this happening. You are not. All the others let me down as well. It is as if you are not trying any longer. It is as if you have become bored with my brilliance and you see no reason to admire me and adore me in the way that you once did. That wounds me. Your actions or perhaps more accurately, your lack of actions makes me feel less than what I am. It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel worthless and this infuriates me. I know that others have said to me in the past that nothing has changed in the way that they feel about me, that they love me just as much as they always have done.

Yet even though they tell me this it does not feel like that anymore to me. The power I felt when you showed me that love and admiration is either no longer there or not as strong. I cannot help it. That is the way that I feel. Since I have not changed in the way that I regard you, I can only reach the conclusion that this alteration in how I feel has been brought about as a consequence of you. Something in the way you act towards me has altered. You perhaps are not giving enough of yourself to me, you are not manifesting the love, the admiration and the adoration in the way that powers me.

It might be that sometimes it feels stale to me, that has happened, perhaps it is because you have become too familiar to me and therefore I do not derive the same reaction that I once did to the way you have behaved. I know that this has been suggested to me but I do not know if it is right. For so long you behaved the same way towards me, loving me in that wonderful way and it did not feel stale or jaded. I think, more likely, it is because you have begun to treat me differently. You are not performing at the level that I require and therefore to me this means you no longer regard me in the same light and this offends me.

I feel criticised by this behaviour of yours and therefore I have to protect myself. You see, I do not like criticism. In fact, I hate it and therefore I need to act promptly to defend myself against this criticism. That is why I have to do what comes next. I had hoped this would not happen. I had hoped that you would be The One so this could be avoided. I had hoped you would not let me down, that I had made the right choices and decisions so that our golden reign could continue forever.

I guess I got it wrong, although it is not something I would ever openly admit, I do not want to be seen as wrong because that suggests weakness and that is the last thing I want you to think I am. So, here I am again, about to protect myself from your implied criticism. Anybody else would say sorry for what is about to happen, but as you will soon find out, I do not do apologies. I am sorry for myself that it has come to this of course. I am full of self-pity when the need arises. So, that is the end of the golden period we had. I must do what I have done so many times before and bring the hurt. I will stop now as I have some other people to attend to, but I will write again. You might want to put your tin hat on and buckle up.

This is where it turns nasty.


Yours in disappointed fury

N. Arc


2 thoughts on “Warning Letter

  1. Asp Emp says:

    Ah. There it is.

    The Pen.

    I can’t even type the fkg comment for the laughter……… ahh, the beauty of a ‘freed’ mind…… it’s sublime…….. (still laughing though!)…..

  2. psychologyandworldaffairs says:

    Dear N. Ark,

    This is my first time, so please do forgive me should I cover old ground and repeat the words of those countless others.

    In the beginning it was amazing. I did love, I did adore you and I gave you my everything. I had no idea all you wanted were these emotions and to supply you with fuel. I believed the lie – I believed you actually loved me. Unlike you I loved you unconditionally.

    I agree – you were an amazing lover, an amazing friend and so very considerate and sweet. I even wrote you a poem – do you remember?;

    Your gentle fingers caress my skin,
    Seeking familiar contours, and igniting flames within.
    As mouths brush against naked skin,
    Pushing me to a place where I can’t think.

    I’m not immune,
    Just can’t find the words to tell you so.
    I’m not immune,
    Just wanted you to know.

    Yet here I am,
    Posting for the world to see.
    Yet I can’t express, even if I can,
    What is wrong with me?

    Here we lie, our bodies entwined,
    Laying pale against black satin sheets.
    Yet I can’t seem to say what is on my mind,
    Even as our hearts merge to one beat.

    Its just that I don’t know,
    Who is friend, and who is foe.
    My head is spinning,
    I am desperately seeking meaning.

    I’ve been emotionally hurt,
    This is true.
    Had my face rubbed in the dirt,
    So have you too.

    Even as my eyes reach out,
    To search your hidden, mysterious depths,
    Even as I run my fingers along your mouth,
    As we unite in shared intimacy, and shouldn’t doubt.

    Are you an illusion?
    Or something more?
    Are you playing games?
    Or is your mind in the same frame?

    I’m not immune,
    Just can’t find the words to tell you so.
    I’m not immune,
    Just wanted you to know.

    Reassure me with a wink,
    Kiss my fears away till I can’t think,
    Ignite my inspiration, and capture my soul,
    Allow my spirit to unfold.

    Tantalise me with your sweet words,
    Let me see how your mind works.
    Don’t let me dwell on the past,
    Or ask if this will last.

    Gonna just enjoy you,
    Gonna just adore you,
    Gonna just explore you,
    Gonna just, relish this moment with you….

    I had no idea you wished to remain in the falling in love stage – like a stuck record. Remain at the centre of my world. You will say I should have listened to the red flags… Did you know brain studies have found that in this stage there is less activity in the frontal cortex – the area of the brain responsible for negative judging of people. It is a perfectly natural response to forgive everything in the early stages – it is even conducive to a healthy normal relationship.

    Nothing lasts forever – anywhere between 6 month to 2 years high on dopamine (similar effect to cocaine). Than we move into attachment. But you cannot do attachment can you? Not real attachment. Now we can sleep and you are not in our thoughts 24 hours a day. It does not mean we love any less – just we are becoming attached and want to move into a deeper relationship.

    All perfectly normal – yet punish us for this. In your world we have let you down. We are castrated for our normal biological response. You cannot move forward into a deeper relationship – so too you refuse to allow us to do so.

    I am confused and dismayed that you lack the emotional ability to truly love. I wanted nothing more than to grow old together.

    Thinking about you always.

    Your …. V. Ictim

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