You're living in a constant state of patanoia, forever in the fear that in one minute I could ruin your life. I just need a phone call, an email, and you're fucked up forever. the more your paranoia grows, the more your mindfucked. You find a little pleasure in your constant mental stress: you want to get even more paranoid, so you easily send me more informations. You love me when I amplify your fears, you're terrified but still needy to play the black-mail game.