Once upon a time there was a boy. He was a blond, big-muscled boy who lived in a small town in the middle of Sweden. The boy’s main interest was naked girls and since he was a shy person with problems getting to know people in real life, he spent most of his time online finding pictures of nude girls and chatting to girls who would agree to undress for him on a webcam. Not an unusual hobby, completely normal.
The boys biggest dream was to find THE girl – a nice girl with a perfect body and a good appetite for sex, create a family with her and maybe even buy a house in the country.
And finally one warm spring evening he found her and fell in love. It was all very sweet and after six months of sparkle and bliss the boy and girl decided to share a home.
This is where the story really begins for only a couple of weeks before they had a chance to try the “happily ever after”-ending of fairytales, there was a twist.
The pretty perfect girl had been hiding a secret and the secret was her own extremely low self-esteem.
Little questions started to pop up in their conversations and the girl investigated the boy’s every move. Looking suspiciously for any one near or far who could be a threat to their perfect couple heaven.
It was all very sad really but the boy thought it was cute. It was a token of her deep true love he thought to himself and smiled at her demands. These were: No more nude pictures; No more online chatting with other girls and; Do not talk to other girls even though they are just colleagues at work.
But it was cute – right?
One day the boy came home from work and found the girl by his computer, she was so engrossed in her actions that she didn’t hear him as he stood behind her admiring the nice shape of her back. The girl was busy going through the history of Explorer and visiting all sites that he had used. She then proceeded to hungrily look through his computer files searching for nude pictures or other incriminating documents. This is when the boy awoke to the startling realisation that it was not cute any more.
Things got worse. Not only had the girl checked all sites that he’d been on but she had also become a member of dating and porn sites that he had used just to see if he was online or if he still was out “hunting”. Oh dear.
Now if this true story had a good ending - because it is a true story - it would have been something like: The girl realises she has a problem and gets professional help, the boy supports her and they lived happily ever after…
But alas, the boy who had been hurt to the core of his heart decided to take a precaution, one could say get an “insurance”:
One warm autumn evening after sharing a bottle of wine the boy lovingly persuaded the girl to be photographed by him in the nude. After the pictures had been taken he told her that if she ever started checking on him again or if she ever lied to him about anything - he would spread the nude pictures of her on the internet.
This is the end so far of the true story about the big-muscled, timid boy, in the small town in the middle of Sweden.
If this exciting story would continue, my guess is that the following dialogue would be:
The girl: “If you spread the pictures on the web then I will trash your beloved car”
The boy: “If you trash my car then I’ll throw acid in your face - scarring you for life”
The girl: “If you throw acid in my face, I will castrate you with a fork!”
The boy: “If you castrate me with a fork then I will bury you alive under the floorboards of the cellar and let you be eaten by rats!”
And then silence.
And the moral of this story would be: Doing an immoral act can justify another immoral act.
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I think we will read a lot more of these stories in the media in the future, considering we are living in a society where the social and moral system is crumbling. Tyvärr!
You went for melodramtic; natural, since our heroes seem a bit of both a drama queen and a diva. Many possible different "-ic"'s for the ending, tragic, comic, surrealistic, mystic, symbolic... anybody caring for finding (& writing :) some more others?
Here's my take at Mike Leigh, "Naked"-style kitchen-sink realism:
He: back at jerking to porn pics in front of his pc screen [the "hostage" ones?!; a truly bitter outpouring then, so to speak], thinking of what has been and what could have been.
Rants to himself and anybody who cares to listen how women are unforgiving angry control freak bitches.
She: lying in bed, weeping tears of self-rage, self-pity, self-hate, till she chokes on the puke.
Rants to herself and anybody who cares to listen how men are abusive filthy little sons of whores.
Repeat and rinse, our two charachters getting in each episode a little older, uglier, meaner, dirtier, reenacting the same motions in the same roles with new people that yet are the same, until you've sunk to the very bottom of the gutter.
Then it all ends, emptily, meaninglessly.
A beautiful story --- what kind of trust is bought by threat? Who do you think was the bad guy btw?
To begin with I thought she was the "bad guy" or to put it differently - in serious need of help.
But then when I heard how my friend (the boy) decided to resolve it I definatly thought he was a sick bastard to word it mildly.
Since I published this fairy tale, my friend (the boy) has read it, laughed about it AND confirmed that the scenario I ended the story with could very likely happen!!!
To sum it up: She is bad, he is worse and he could turn out to be extremely bad.
But he fascinates me.
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