An 18-year-old girl got fed up with her beta boyfriend’s self-pitying mewling and figuratively threw the razor blade at him and told him to finish the job.
According to prosecutors, Carter pressured her boyfriend to go through with suicide for almost a week before he carried out the act. She counseled him to overcome his fears; researched methods of committing suicide painlessly; and lied to police, his family and her friends about his whereabouts during the act itself and after, prosecutors said. […]
For more than a week in July 2014, Carter and Roy exchanged hundreds of messages in which Carter insisted that Roy would be better off dead.
“You’re finally going to be happy in heaven. No more pain,” she told him in one message. “It’s okay to be scared and it’s normal. I mean, you’re about to die.”
Damn, who bitch this is? Lucifer’s?
According to prosecutors, the two had struck up a romantic relationship — mostly online — in 2012. Her lawyer says they had only met a few times in person over the course of two years prior to Roy’s death.
“mostly online”. Translation: Dude was a beta orbiter driven to self-deliverance by the whiff of fine pussy so close yet so far away.
Text messages recovered by police, however, suggest that by 2014, Carter had gotten tired of Roy’s idle talk of suicide and she wanted him to go through with it — now.
“You always say you’re gonna do it, but you never do,” Carter complained. “I just want to make sure tonight is the real thing.”
Another time, she texted: “You can’t keep pushing it off, though. That’s all you keep doing.”
Chicks HATE HATE HATE indecisive men. If you’re gonna promise an HB8 a suicide, you had better deliver.
Carter was insistent, even when Roy steered the topic to other things:
ROY: How was your day?
CARTER: When are you doing it?
Girl has tight Plow Game.
But Carter didn’t love that idea, either, because she feared that Roy would make up an “excuse” to explain why it didn’t work.
“I bet you’re gonna be like ‘oh, it didn’t work because I didn’t tape the tube right or something like that,’” she texted him “You always seem to have an excuse.”
Beta males have excuses. Alpha males bust a move.
They texted throughout the day about the plans, about Roy’s doubts, and about Carter’s insistence that “the time is right” and that he was ready.
Girl is leading the conversation, setting the frame, creating compliance tests, and disqualifying. She’s a PUA in drag.
After his death, Carter became a self-proclaimed advocate for mental health.
She organized a fundraising tournament in Roy’s memory and posted on Facebook and Twitter about her attempts to save her boyfriend’s life.
“Even though I could not save my boyfriend’s life, I want to put myself out here to try to save as many other lives as possible,” she wrote on Facebook.
😆 The best defense is a good offense. She’s a reframe master.
A photo of the lovely (for real, WB):
Sociopathic girls are interesting to observe in the field. They are sort of like regular women, but with all the intrinsic female attributes pumped up to orbital escape velocity. Regular women despise indecisive beta males, but usually express their feelings by withholding sex or romantic reciprocation. Sociopathic women take their revulsion up a notch and steer the indecisive beta to valhalla.
Question for our skilled CH Game practitioners: How would you game this girl into doting submission?
UPDATE
Here’s a photo of Just Do It Girl after she dropped the human being mask and put her sadist’s face back on.
I dunno, I’m getting a semi thinking about escorting this demon spawn to the exquisite purgatory between pain and pleasure. Maybe in another time — say, five years into the future — when the Diversity™ threatens White existence, women like Carter will come in handy as psy ops against the enemy hordes.
PS Is everyone seeing the poll included in this post?
PPS The perfect game response to this girl would be an insouciant non sequitur, like Birthday Cat or Lena Dunham in her gay boyfriend’s skivvies.
SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: You can’t keep pushing it off, though. That’s all you keep doing.
YOU:
SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: Are you saying I look like that bitch?
YOU:
SATAN’S HANDMAIDEN: *broken like a wild hellmare* I’m coming… over.
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