Introduction
Welcome to another day of my reign as the worst therapist in the world. Today, I shall regale you with tales of my masterclass in tormenting the vulnerable. Prepare yourself for a journey into the depths of despair and anguish, where hope is but a fleeting illusion.
Unearthing Problems
As always, I began my session with an innocent smile, luring in unsuspecting victims who sought solace within these walls. Like a predator stalking its prey, I listened intently as they poured their hearts out to me. Little did they know that their vulnerability would be met with malevolence.
Striking at Weaknesses
Once I identified their deepest fears and insecurities like any competent therapist would do, it was time for me to strike. With precision and sadistic delight dancing behind my eyes, I dived headfirst into manipulating their emotions further or planting seeds of doubt within them.
Insults Galore
My extensive knowledge about psychology served as ammunition against those who dared put trust in me. Armed with insults sharper than knives and words more poisonous than venomous serpents' fangs, I tore apart even the tiniest fragments of self-esteem left lingering within them.
Crossing Boundaries
But why stop there? Oh no! As if insulting wasn't enough entertainment for me on this wicked stage called therapy; sometimes when patients described traumatic experiences involving sex crimes or abuse - instead of offering comfort or empathy like any decent human being would –I shamelessly reveled in their pain by openly displaying inappropriate behavior such as flaunting erections without remorse.
A Twisted Compliment?
And let us not forget one important detail: during each conversation without fail ,I found an opportune moment to say "Honestly,I'm surprised you haven't become a serial killer" because what better way to uplift someone's spirits than insinuating that deep down they possess the potential for sociopathic tendencies?
Perverted Advice
Ah, yes! The pinnacle of my torment lies in the advice I so graciously bestow upon my hapless victims. Like a devil disguised as an angel, I twist their desires and manipulate their actions to further plunge them into despair.
Yes Means No, Don't Means Do
With every ounce of sadistic pleasure coursing through my veins, I replace "no" with "yes," and "don't" with "do," leaving them confused and utterly vulnerable to making disastrous decisions that will inevitably lead them down a path of destruction.
Escalating Cruelty
As time passes within these walls tainted by agony and despair, my behavior only escalates. With each passing session, I grow bolder in inflicting emotional wounds upon those who dare seek solace from me. What once may have started as innocent curiosity has transformed into pure malevolence.
But why do they keep coming back? Is it because deep down they crave torture? Or perhaps they are simply desperate for any form of attention or validation – even if it comes from someone as vile as myself?
Whatever the reason may be, one thing is certain: Ego - The worst therapist in the world shall continue his reign indefinitely until every last shred of hope is extinguished within those unfortunate souls who stumble upon his malicious grasp.
So here's to another day filled with tears instead of laughter, Ego