"I do not love you, you sick psycho, I hate you! You are terrorizing me and I wish nothing more than for you to not exist on this earth because you do nobody any good and the world would be better off without you!"
L.O. (The terrified 'Victim)
Threats
Between August 13 and 16, 2024, I received a sequence of messages from L.O. that represent one of the most volatile and threatening episodes of our relationship. This was the turning point where her mask completely dropped and was replaced by raw intimidation, psychological extortion, and a series of calculated lies. It began as an emotional tantrum and escalated into overt threats, against my reputation, my family, and even my physical safety.
It Started with Projection and Insults
On August 13, I received a message from her that read:
“Did mommy already go to bed hey? So you can continue your verbal diarrhea? Poor little Klausi. Thinks he can just go on like he always does. But unfortunately, I gotta tell you that he can't. I am done with you. That was the very last time I let you insult me.”
It was condescending, sarcastic, and full of contempt. She often weaponized mockery when I challenged her. It was the kind of message designed to provoke guilt and deflect blame.
The following day, August 14, she ramped it up by dragging my wife into the mess. She wrote:
“I am done being insulted by you and your mommy. This was the last time I let you do this to me. You and her are toxic as hell and you will always stay in this constellation together because you deserve each other.”
This is what she often did. She lashed out, projected, and triangulated. She framed herself as the victim while rewriting the facts to portray others as toxic aggressors. I had not insulted her. I had simply refused to tolerate her manipulations any longer. And now she was retaliating.
But what came on August 15 made everything before that look tame.
The 'Disability'
On August 15, she sent an email accusing me of trying to ruin her health and sabotage her surgery. She claimed:
“I have to use tools in order to breathe every single day. My life quality is dependent on this surgery.”
She said I had tried to contact her surgeon, though she never provided proof of this. I had merely said i would do so to warn them, as she had said she made a habit out of suing surgeons. She made a dramatic claim that I was trying to prevent her from getting the surgery she “needed in order to breathe.” In reality, this was a complete twisting of the truth. The surgeon she had named when she first told me of the €20,000 operation no longer even practiced.
There was no disability. I would have noticed if there were. Throughout our relationship, she never once showed evidence of any chronic respiratory issue. She never provided a doctor’s letter, diagnosis, or medical certificate. What she did show me was a $7 pair of nasal dilators from Amazon. That was her “proof.”
She had earlier told me she needed a €20,000 surgery, claiming the German health system wouldn't cover it. That’s also untrue. Rhinoplasty for functional breathing issues is routinely covered by the public health system. Even privately, such surgeries rarely exceed €3,000. It became clear to me that this wasn’t a health emergency, it was part of a long con. She was laying the groundwork for emotional and financial exploitation. And now, with the relationship deteriorating, she was using it to justify threats.
Blackmail
After that came a barrage of threats. She told me:
“I have your address, I have your passport, I have anything of you. If you dare to write any surgeon any fairytales about me or do any other shit with the recordings you made of my private chats and emails, I will find out and you will pay for it.”
This is where it turned into direct blackmail. She claimed I had made recordings of our chats, which I had not shared with anyone outside the context of defending myself after she falsely accused me, and used this accusation as a springboard for threatening to release private material of her own:
“You don’t delete the recordings? Then I don’t delete the dick pics... You will never know if and when I will ever release your videos, terror threats and dick pics to the world.”
That was not fear speaking. That was control. That was a deliberate strategy to create uncertainty and shame.
And then, the final threat:
“Do anything and you will pay. I will let the world know about you. Starting with Zelda. Continuing with Tooker and the world. Your career will be destroyed.”
It’s not the words themselves that shook me, but how easily and unapologetically she wrote them. There was no hesitation. No empathy. Just cold entitlement to ruin my life if I didn’t obey her rules. And the threats didn’t end with me. She even warned:
“There are people who would want to make you pay for what you did to me. Believe me.”
Who were these people? I doubt they existed, or perhaps she had done this before and used flying monkeys to intimidate. But the message was clear. Submit, or suffer.
Final Outburst
On August 16, when I asked if she was no longer interested in receiving my emails, I received this:
“YES YOU ARE FUCKING UNIMPORTANT I DO NOT WANT YOUR FUCKING EMAILS ARE YOU REALLY SO STUPID??????”
When narcissistic control fails, rage takes over. This was her collapse. Not because she was hurt. Because her influence was slipping. Because I was no longer responding with fear, apology, or guilt.
What This Episode Reveals
This sequence of messages shows her true operating system, rage, projection, and psychological warfare. She fabricated medical emergencies for sympathy, threatened to weaponize private material for control, and even tried to induce shame using my wife and friends as leverage.
The August threats will remain one of the most glaring examples in my archive of how a narcissist escalates when they begin to lose narrative control. They also mark a key moment in my recovery: I finally saw her not as someone wounded, but as someone dangerous.
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Threats and Intimidation: The Reality Behind the Mask
If you’ve never been the target of a true narcissist’s rage, count yourself lucky. Over the past year, I’ve been subjected to an onslaught of threats, legal, professional, and deeply personal, all designed to keep me silent and terrified. The reality is staggering, not only for the sheer number and variety of these threats, but for the brazenness with which they were delivered.
Let’s be clear: this was not some heated argument or isolated outburst. These were calculated moves, escalating, premeditated, and relentless.
Legal Threats:
I have received numerous emails threatening to have me arrested, sued, and dragged into court. These weren’t idle threats. I was told in explicit terms that police would be called, Interpol notified, and legal actions taken in multiple countries. She didn’t just want to frighten me, she wanted to dangle the specter of total legal ruin over my head, right down to threats of jail time for imaginary crimes.
Professional Threats:
She tried, more than once, to get me fired. My employers were contacted with wild allegations and fabricated evidence. She threatened to ruin my professional reputation, to “make sure I would never work in the field again,” and to involve my clients and collaborators in the drama. The goal was simple: destroy my livelihood and leave me financially helpless.
Threats Against My Family:
It didn’t stop with me. There were veiled and not-so-veiled threats against my family, warnings that people might show up at my house, that my family would be “informed” of my so-called crimes and shamed, that my loved ones would be drawn into the chaos if I didn’t comply. It’s hard to overstate the psychological toll of living with that kind of looming threat.
Threats to Sue:
Emails arrived threatening lawsuits for defamation, harassment, and “emotional damage.” She swore she’d sue me into oblivion if I ever told my story or shared the evidence I’d gathered. Every time I tried to assert my boundaries, the threats escalated. It was always about control, about keeping me scared enough to stay silent.
And the Punchline?
Throughout it all, she accused me of terrifying her. She painted herself as the helpless victim, living in constant fear, supposedly terrified by my mere existence. It’s a script so transparent it would be funny if it weren’t so effective: keep your target off-balance, isolated, and in perpetual fear, then accuse them of the very behavior you’re weaponizing.
Looking Back
When I review the mountain of evidence, emails, voicemails, messages, I’m reminded that none of this was random. It was all by design. The threats weren’t just about hurting me; they were about shaping the narrative, making sure her story would always be the one people believed. Every threat was a brick in the wall meant to keep me silent and under her control.
But here’s the truth: silence is the abuser’s greatest weapon. If I don’t speak out, she wins. So I am documenting every threat, every manipulation, every attempt to silence me, not just for myself, but for anyone else caught in this web.
If you recognize any of this in your own life, know this: you are not alone, and you are not crazy. The threats are real. But so is your right to stand up and tell your story.