AutistSubhumanRtrd
Test Subject #10.008
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Imagine this... You're a sub3-sub5 for the first 18-21 years of your life. You're filled to the brim and some more with hatred, pain, bitterness, and a need to be loved for who you are -- to be held, cared for, and protected for once -- and you somehow got money for surgeries. You get said surgeries, and the pain from the recoveries is almost unbearable, but you push through. But alas... You made it! You're HCL now! YIPPIE!!... Your life flips upside down in a matter of days. Strangers' heads turn around almost automatically, girls love lust over you, and you love just how much pussy you get. But after a while, randomly, while scrolling through your gallery, you stumble across pictures of your old self, how you smiled, how you looked, how you loved, even if no one was reciprocating. You close your phone, but the thought is already planted in your head.
"I wonder what person he would've grown into...", "He didn't deserve all of that...", "They didn't love him, but they love me... But we think the same."
You know it's about your looks, but you can't help but be sad about it. You shake it off and go out to a party. Everything goes well, and you even get a couple of girls to have sex with at the same time. That was one of your fantasies, wasn't it? But there's one fantasy of yours that hasn't become reality yet...
"I just wanted to be held... to be loved..."
And then it starts to come back again. The hate, the bitterness, the pain. You realize that now you have locked yourself into a cage where pleasure is temporary and pain hurts just as badly as before. Women say they don't care about your looks, but once you open up, once you show them photos of your old self, they leave. They are disgusted by your past weakness and can't stand that the man they were lusting after isn't a perfect Prince Charming, but just a weak, insecure boy who paid to win at life. They like that you had the money, they love your looks... but you don't. Not anymore. Every time you look in a mirror, you don't see yourself anymore. You see something not human. And it's speaking to you. It's guiding you through the familiar hate that almost made you kill yourself. But instead of you being the victim of your own hands... The hate you hold for women, for others, but mostly women, explodes. And you start, slowly but surely, to become the person you feared you might become when you were 16. But you aren't afraid anymore, you're looking for "revenge".
What happens after? Well, it's quite obvious at this point. You take the innocence of a little girl, you take an innocent woman's body for yourself, possibly even more. Not because you're desperate for pussy, but because their pain brings you joy. Soon after, while you think you're safe in your little "hideout"... Police find you. They arrest you violently. They take you to court, and just as fast as you came in, you're sentenced to life in prison. You bet that some desperate, lustful women might bail you out in the smallest hope to court you between their legs... that could happen, yes... But it doesn't. You're locked up, not in solitary confinement. No... That would've been too lenient. They place you around the most feared and strongest people in the whole prison. And they don't only rape you... That's just their way of playing with fresh prey. But once the truth spreads around of what you did... the world sits heavily on your shoulders. And they soon ambush you. And let's just say... they crush the only part of your body that you didn't change, iykwim. They torture it until you pass out shortly after. They take turns torturing your plastic, fake body before letting you rot away and die the most horrible and painful death imaginable. And as you take your last breath, you think...
"I just wanted love."
Anyways, that's why you shouldn't change your appearance if you're blackpilled. Or at least, what I think would happen if I did get them.
"I wonder what person he would've grown into...", "He didn't deserve all of that...", "They didn't love him, but they love me... But we think the same."
You know it's about your looks, but you can't help but be sad about it. You shake it off and go out to a party. Everything goes well, and you even get a couple of girls to have sex with at the same time. That was one of your fantasies, wasn't it? But there's one fantasy of yours that hasn't become reality yet...
"I just wanted to be held... to be loved..."
And then it starts to come back again. The hate, the bitterness, the pain. You realize that now you have locked yourself into a cage where pleasure is temporary and pain hurts just as badly as before. Women say they don't care about your looks, but once you open up, once you show them photos of your old self, they leave. They are disgusted by your past weakness and can't stand that the man they were lusting after isn't a perfect Prince Charming, but just a weak, insecure boy who paid to win at life. They like that you had the money, they love your looks... but you don't. Not anymore. Every time you look in a mirror, you don't see yourself anymore. You see something not human. And it's speaking to you. It's guiding you through the familiar hate that almost made you kill yourself. But instead of you being the victim of your own hands... The hate you hold for women, for others, but mostly women, explodes. And you start, slowly but surely, to become the person you feared you might become when you were 16. But you aren't afraid anymore, you're looking for "revenge".
What happens after? Well, it's quite obvious at this point. You take the innocence of a little girl, you take an innocent woman's body for yourself, possibly even more. Not because you're desperate for pussy, but because their pain brings you joy. Soon after, while you think you're safe in your little "hideout"... Police find you. They arrest you violently. They take you to court, and just as fast as you came in, you're sentenced to life in prison. You bet that some desperate, lustful women might bail you out in the smallest hope to court you between their legs... that could happen, yes... But it doesn't. You're locked up, not in solitary confinement. No... That would've been too lenient. They place you around the most feared and strongest people in the whole prison. And they don't only rape you... That's just their way of playing with fresh prey. But once the truth spreads around of what you did... the world sits heavily on your shoulders. And they soon ambush you. And let's just say... they crush the only part of your body that you didn't change, iykwim. They torture it until you pass out shortly after. They take turns torturing your plastic, fake body before letting you rot away and die the most horrible and painful death imaginable. And as you take your last breath, you think...
"I just wanted love."
Anyways, that's why you shouldn't change your appearance if you're blackpilled. Or at least, what I think would happen if I did get them.
