Criminal Minds Profile 2

Under the question of what kind of experience it is to have a sick boyfriend, the number one answer is this:

A: My boyfriend is an out-and-out scum.

I have left him now, but the psychological shadow he caused to me may not be healed in my life.

In novels or film and television works, Bingjiao is always portrayed as a rich and handsome image who is crazy about love, and in order to attract the public's attention, he will also focus on showing some forced stimulating clips.

But if you meet this kind of person in real life, call the police immediately and don't look back!

Call the police and don't look back!

This is my experience written with blood and tears.

I am an ordinary girl with decent family conditions, and my parents are middle-class in a well-behaved small city.Under such a family background, I have been a conservative and introverted good girl since I was a child.

I was late in my emotional development, and I was working hard in a big city alone, so I haven't talked about a relationship until I was 26 years old.

I am the kind of person who is socially fearful when I meet strangers. I am very low-key. I usually just do my own thing silently in the company without any sense of presence.

I thought I was going to live like this in my own world until I met a senior from another department.

The first time I saw him was when I helped a colleague deliver a document to him.I don't have any special impression, but I feel that he is the type who pays attention to cleanliness among boys, which has won me some favors.

But other than that we don't have much overlap.

But maybe he noticed me from that day on, and then he started his strategy and pursuit of me.

He has a high rank and is very good at handling people's hearts.

The object he wanted to win was me, who was conservative and introverted. Instead of adopting the traditional fierce and romantic pursuit strategy, he used a spring breeze to turn rain into a way to give me meticulous care.

If he used the strategy of a domineering president, not only would I not blush and my heart beat, but I would be so embarrassed that I would have run away long ago.

To be honest, although my emotional life is blank, my petite, weak and pure appearance is more attractive to the opposite sex.I used to have many suitors, but because I really didn't adapt to their enthusiasm and overly exaggerated pursuit methods, I never agreed to them.

And his care is very measured and with a sense of boundaries, showing his excellent upbringing and patience, and most importantly, making me feel respected.

This is something I have not experienced in other suitors.

Although now it seems that these are all disguises to tempt me to take the bait, but at the time I was still very moved.

Give the simplest example.

Through keen observation, he learned which day of the month my menstrual period is.

But he will not make a big show like the previous suitors, pile up exaggerated flowers and a big bag of brown sugar water on my table, so that everyone knows that I am not only menstruating but also dysmenorrhea.

That touch has long been obliterated by deep embarrassment.

His approach was very ingenious. He found a very legitimate reason and invited our whole group to drink milk tea.

On the first day of my period that day, the pain was terrible, and I definitely couldn't drink ice.

Before I had time to refuse, he had already bought my share, and I was thinking that I could only give it to others.

Unexpectedly, other people's juices and milk teas are iced, but mine is hot.

I took a sip curiously, the paper cup contained warm brown sugar water!

I was very surprised, looked at the paper cup carefully, and drew a small smiling face on the side with a water-based pen.

Also signed with his initials.

Another urgent task came that day, and I had to work overtime until very late. On the first day of menstruation, my stomach always felt that throbbing pain.

Being able to be cared for without a trace, the warm current penetrates the frozen shell and melts the lonely cold frost in the heart into a pool of spring water.The state of mind affects the body, and I really feel a lot better.

Another time, I worked overtime until after [-] o'clock in the evening. I had a tight schedule and many tasks, and I didn't have time to eat.It was raining outside again, I didn't bring an umbrella, and I couldn't get a taxi for a long time.

It was spring and it was hot during the day, so I wore a knee-length skirt.But when it rained at night, the temperature dropped sharply. I was waiting outside in high heels, tired and hungry, hugging my arms, feeling a little shivering.

Anyway, quite embarrassing.

At this time, a black Lexus drove over from our company and stopped slowly beside me.

I suddenly had a premonition in my heart, and as expected, after the car window was slowly rolled down, his face was exposed from behind.

If the follow-up was that he invited me into the car and drove me home, it would be too clichéd.

According to my family education and personality, I will definitely not get in the car of an ordinary colleague or an adult male in the middle of the night.

I'd rather stand there and wait an hour or two.

Surprisingly, he seemed to know me well enough not to make such an awkward invitation that was destined to be declined.

He stopped beside me and chatted with me.

In fact, people are really strange creatures. I still stood there and waited, but with someone by my side, the bleak wind and rain became less unbearable, and on the contrary, there was still a bit of romance.

As if he could bring good luck, just two or three minutes after he appeared, a car appeared in front of me.

He sent me to the car, carefully wrote down the license plate number, and told me to report to him that I was safe when I got home.

What made me feel even more heart-warming was that the car was a VIP or something. After getting in the car, I was given a sealed red bean cake, which was still hot.

I took a bite and tears came down at that moment.

In fact, when a person is working alone, what he longs for is not to rely on a heavy rain that can shelter him from the wind and rain (my self-esteem does not allow me to do this), but to have someone who has been silently walking by his side, knowing that Cold and hot.

I think this is enough when the future is uncertain and neither party can make any future promises to the other.

Anyway, this kind of similar things have happened many times, big and small, and now they are all jokes in retrospect, so I won't repeat them.During this process, the distance between me and him was getting closer and closer. On New Year's Eve, he confessed his love to me while holding roses in the sky filled with fireworks.

I said yes to him.

He was very happy and wanted to give me a famous watch. I recognized that the watch was about seven digits, so I was so scared that I quickly declined.

He pitifully took out a piece of jade from his pocket, saying that it was not expensive, but it was worn by him since he was a child, so I must accept it.

I don't know jade.

But I think that piece of jade is not very smooth and translucent, the surface is still a bit rough, and the red string is dirty, so it should not be a particularly valuable thing.

I took it.

I later found out that there was a locator inside that piece of jade that sent my real-time location.

I have to say that he is really deep-minded, and his ability to control people's hearts is so high that I don't know where he is.

He figured it out. With my character, I definitely wouldn't want something as expensive as a watch.But I don't want to reject him twice, so I will accept the piece of jade that is not very valuable but represents my heart.

After I was imprisoned by him, when I recalled everything we knew and acquainted with each other, all the careful thoughts during the period were horrifying and chilling.

The reasons why I want to separate from him are also bloody.

No, it's not because I saw his true face. At that time, I was a little girl who was completely immersed in the sweetness of love, and was coaxed into a daze by him.

It was because my mother had a stroke and was paralyzed in bed, unable to take care of herself, and my father had a heart attack and could not do heavy work, so I had to go home to take care of her.

There are often things that don't go your way in life, and when they can't be reversed, they can only go downstream.

Of course, I feel sorry for my career that has not yet reached its peak, and the love that I had to lose at the beginning, but no matter how sad I am, I still have to keep going.

I will definitely separate from him.

My major is more like a panacea, and I can make a living even when I go back to my hometown.But his major is not good, he is a local, the only son of his family, everything about him depends on this city, and he cannot leave like an earthbound spirit.

I cried for a few days, picked a day when my emotions calmed down a little, and broke up with him.

I thought he would be agitated, sad or even reluctant to part with him. I thought about how to comfort him, but I didn't expect him to look at me coldly without saying a word.

The way he looked at me still gives me goosebumps when I think about it.Like an insect without normal human emotions, through the inorganic glass beads, spying on the female nest where he lays eggs for him.

I thought he was stupid and repeated it again.

He stood up, condescending, and asked in that interrogative tone why I left him.

I didn't want to beg his pity or anything through what happened to me, and I didn't fully digest it at the time.I said something happened at home and I had to go back to my hometown.

He didn't speak, and gave me a strange look, saying that the breakup meal had to be finished anyway.

The two of us sat opposite each other, each with our own minds, silently eating what was on our respective plates, without communicating.He kept his head down, not looking at me.

And I am absent-minded, tasteless.

He seemed to go out once in the middle, and the time away was a bit long, so I didn't care too much.

After dinner, at the river about 200 meters away from the restaurant.It was very dark there, the street lamps overhead were scattered, and a cold moon hung alone in the sky, without stars.

Suddenly, a chill ran up my spine, and my eyes turned dark suddenly.I opened my mouth, and before I could call for help, I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was lying in a basement with only a thin layer of light coming through the skylight above my head.

I was horrified to find that there were additional shackles on my wrists and ankles.

I struggled to move, and the sound of the chains echoed in the quiet room, breaking my heart and soul.I found that the other end of the chain was attached to a hook fixed to the wall.

Let's just say, within such a limited range, I can't even stand up completely.

There is a collar around the neck, which is quite heavy and slightly smaller in size.It would not make me suffocate to death, but the weight of the neck reminds me all the time of my status and miserable situation.

I completely broke down, curled up in the corner and hugged myself, crying silently.

I covered my mouth, not daring to make any sound.

The situation is bad enough now, but I instinctively think that if my cries wake up some sleeping demon, I will be even worse.

I don't know how long it took, when I was exhausted from hunger and fear and fell into a drowsy state, the door opened with a "creak".

The moment I saw that familiar tall shadow, my heart rejoiced for a moment, and then I fell into the cold abyss.

It's him.

It was really him.

I looked at him in disbelief.

He is like a ghost who has taken off his glamorous human skin, revealing his cruel and bloodthirsty true colors.

The gentle and gentle gentleman disappeared, replaced by a black-bellied, cold-blooded, possessive lunatic.

"Baby, I love you so much, why did you leave me?" He clasped my chin tightly, forcing me to look up at him.

I have no way to answer this question, because at this time, no matter what I answer, he will misinterpret it into another meaning.

There is no lower limit for a person like him to do things.

……

I don’t want to reminisce about the later things, forgive me for not wanting to open up the barely healed wound again, so that everyone can appreciate the fresh blood flowing out again.

I consider myself a normal person, and I will never be like the protagonists described in those wonderful sadomasochistic romances, even if they are abused, as soon as the abuser apologizes, they will forgive the other party without reservation, and even be willing to be the other party pets and puppets.

However, he is well aware of the weakness of human nature and is a master at manipulating people's hearts.

He will not use physical pain and punishment to force me to submit, because he knows that once I wake up, these scars will be evidence that I hate him.

But he especially likes the high intensity of mental control and humiliation.

He imprisoned me and cut me off from the outside world.The high-intensity mind control makes me unable to think of other things except him.He especially likes to make me reflect on my mistakes, let me belittle myself, and then repeatedly emphasize his kindness and advantages to me.

Let's put it this way, he is the god in my physical and spiritual world.

Getting his approval means that I can get material and spiritual rewards (in that extremely harsh environment, seeing the light a little bit and eating some meat are considered great rewards); and being reprimanded by him, It was as if abandoned by the gods in the icy universe, waiting alone for the oxygen to run out.

Really, people are extremely fragile things, and it is no more difficult to wash out the contents of a person's mind than a hard drive.

In that situation, I became very docile and extremely dependent on him.

But I think even in that environment, I am definitely not in love with him.

And like he was my oxygen without which I would die.

I need him.

Later, his clothes often smelled of another person's perfume.

I clearly felt that his possessiveness towards me was gradually fading away.

So that day, I slit my wrist with a sharpened ceramic shard (that I had hidden by breaking a bowl on purpose).

He probably still didn't want to kill anyone, so he threw me into the hospital and walked away.

Just when I almost died from blood loss and finally passed the edge of life and death, I woke up.

He appeared next to me with the strong scent of other people's perfume on his body and told me.

Others can give him fresh stimulation, but I still suit him best.

He was "generous" to continue to let me live in the basement while he hunted new game.

I said, I will call the police.

He smiled sullenly and said, you can call the police.I can sit through the prison.

However, your father with heart disease and mother who is seriously ill will die of anger when they see these photos of you.

Although I almost picked up the fruit knife on the bedside table and died with him that day, I feel that this sinister villain will definitely linger and pester him endlessly.

What should I do.

In the comment area, there are those who express sympathy, those who watch the excitement, and those who provide various help and technical means.

One last comment, plain and simple, hangs there:

Comment: Do you want to kill him?

Anonymous Respondent: Of course.

Comments: That's fine.