The more you have to lose, the more delicious it is when I bring you to ruin.
I like intelligent victims. Victims with careers, reputations, discipline, carefully maintained lives. Victims used to being respected. The kind who spend every waking hour constructing an image of control, only to feel their pulse quicken when I begin to peel that control away layer by layer.
How will you feel, with your facade of control taken away? Knowing I own you, because at any moment, I could ruin your life with the information I have.
You crave that thrill, deep down.
You're too afraid to "voluntarily" give up everything, so you'll put yourself in a position where you're forced to. By me.
Oh, it'll start innocently enough, I'm sure. A little conversation. Then soon, the invasive questions start, but by that point you're too hooked to notice.
Suddenly, I have it all. Your wife's number, your address, your workplace.
Your life in my hands.
The panic sets in.
You'll do absolutely anything, so long as I don't expose you and I will take full advantage of that fact, believe me.
If reading this unsettles you a little, good. It should.