Psychological Manipulation Tactics Novels & Stories

For the first time… Diretso. Walang alinlangan. “She’s not the problem,” dagdag ko. “You are.” Nanlamig ang hangin. “Excuse me?” sabi niya, mababa ang boses. “You’ve been manipulating everything,” sabi ko. “The company. The deals. Even me.” “That’s called strategy.” “That’s called control.” Naglakad ako palapit sa kanya. “And I’m done being controlled.” Tahimik.

Walang mangyayaring matinong pag uusap kung si Jake ang kakausapin. Wala naman itong pinapakinggan eh. At saka hindi pa ba siya sanay? Kahit noong nasa college sila ay expert na expert na ang binata pagdating sa mga victim blaming, gaslighting and manipulation. Mabilis na iniikot ni Taphney ang kanyang mga mata sa kotse na kinasasakyan niya. Ganoon na lamang ang pangungunot ng noo niya nang makitang may takip ang bibig ni Mila habang nakatitig sa kanya.

“How about your promise? Paano naman ’yon? Nangako ka sa akin na ako lang, di ba? Ako lang! I saved you! Kung hindi dahil sa akin, matagal ka nang patay! Wala ka na bang utang na loob, Alessandra? Iiwan mo na lang ba ako sa ere?” Tunay ngang walang pagbabago ang masamang tao. Ilang beses niya itong binigyan ng chances, pero sa huli’t huli ay katulad pa rin ito ng dati . . . manipulator. He’ll bring up the things he did for you long ago just to control you and make your feelings seem unimportant. That kind of person is incredibly dangerous, they can manipulate you by leveraging their own pain against you. “How can you be so sure you're the one who saved her that day? Do you even know what rea

mahina kong sabi, “napakarami nilang pera para gawin iyon.” Kayang bumili ng pinakamagagaling na abogado. Kayang bayaran ang mga taong dapat manahimik. At higit sa lahat... Kaya niyang manipulahin ang maraming tao para magmukhang siya ang biktima. Tumahimik kaming dalawa. Pareho naming alam na hindi pa iyon ang katapusan. Simula pa lamang iyon ng panibagong laban.

And I was playing along, feeding his ego, fueling his desire, manipulating his emotions. As he held me close, as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, a devilish smile played on my lips. This was it, I thought, a surge of triumph washing over me. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the opportunity I had been seeking. He was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker. He believed my feigned vulnerability, my manufactured affection. And now, I would use that belief, that trust, to achieve my goal. My escape. My revenge.