I’m well regarded by my torturers for my acting ability. You know because they force me to perform unwillingly. They’re complimenting their own work. They like to tell me I’m involved in my actions but as they control my body nothing I physically do is willingly falsified by me. They want me to believe.
The torturers get me involved with the fantasy stories they create. I’m made to act out a role in scenes which i can see, hear and feel. In these fantasy stories I’m the best version of a better version of me. I’m witty and funny. I’m always respected and never challenged without being able to respond. I’m their fantasy me.
The torture group gets deep into their fantasy world. They first did these when I was a little girl. These attacks grew more complex over the years. The Jakob Dylan months are the pinnacle of one of the torture group’s fantasy stories that I participated in and acted out my role.
The torture for me is dynamically timed. I’m not really supposed to be seen interacting with my torturers. They allowed some to be seen during the first year of schizophrenia. The majority of my interactions took place when I was alone. That means the torturers switch off the torture attack the second another person comes into my bubble. I’m also apparently good at getting in and out of character.
The least intrusive of my acting is when I talk to the computer as if it were a real person during my most recent torture. I tell it to shut up or F-off. I occasionally mutter excerpts from past real life conversations. That’s been popular on and off.
I don’t know how non-physically controlled victims approach the torture group’s fantasy stories aside from how they often accept them as truth. This tells me both the depth of their negative psychological symptoms and the strength of the torture group’s work. One or the other.