Hi beautiful ladies,
I happened to came across this astonishing and earth-breaking News, as I read through the article, I remember how the way the story develops the from start twist and turn till the end resembles what I learnt from here. Hope you all wouldnt mind and hope this can enlighten and inspire the rest of us. Be careful and alert being with any people around you/ making any friends cos and most of time there's no turning back in knowing "wrong" people. Lastly live your every moments.

Below is the story, (((... ...))) are my trail of thoughts to how it led me to remember the topic on NARCISSISM.

‘He was wearing a martial arts suit in his picture and I’d been doing some promotional work for martial arts in the UK,’ she explains.

‘We seemed to have a lot in common and, to be honest, looking at his picture, I fancied him.’

(((Somehow these Narcs have a way to appeal to their victims)))

A few days later Lynch turned up at a promotional event in Reading where Katie was working.

‘He seemed quite shy and nervous when we first met,’ she says. ‘We just had a nice, normal chat. He was 6ft 4in, quite macho-looking and handsome. I liked what I saw.’

(((Seems like pretty attentive isnt? An interested guy showing up in your place. How lovely.)))

Katie sent him her phone number and when they went on their first date, he met her with flowers and a teddy bear.

(((They definately knows how to lure and catch victim's heart and favor, so they can be liked in return.)))

‘He was attentive and showered me with affection. He rang me and emailed me constantly. At one point he’d sent so many messages he blocked my Facebook account. If I’m honest, I was flattered – at least at first.’

(((Indeed they really do. How typical. Too excessive, too agressive, too fast affections, but those were just beginnings)))

She soon got a very different view of her new boyfriend, though. Angered by a trivial slight when he was buying trainers, Lynch had exploded at a shop assistant, leaving Katie to pick up the pieces. This was at the end of March last year.

(((Omgs did what I know about NARCS really applied here so well?! I mean like really.. The most infamous NARC-anger we all know so well.)))

‘We were two weeks into our relationship and I’d started feeling stifled by his constant calls and emails. I didn’t say anything but I planned to break up with him,’ she says.

(((Yes, now the true face really revealed by now, but it's a little too late)))

If she had known his true background, she would never have been with him in the first place. Lynch, who lived in Shepherd’s Bush, West London, with his mother and brother, had convictions for violence and had served a jail sentence for throwing boiling water into the face of another man. But Katie knew none of this.

(((Sounds like this Narc really have the natural "in-born" character in him. He is like that even before knowing her. So he IS like that, nothing to do with her.)))

‘Later on the day of the incident in the shop, when he suggested we make a night of it and stay in a hotel in Bayswater, I agreed,’ she says.

‘It was a Thursday and I had an appointment in town the next day. We went for a meal, shared a bottle of wine and he seemed to be in a good mood again.’

(((Seems Typical again, NARCS have always unpredictable happy, down and frown mood.)))

What happened next was terrifying by anyone’s standards. To a young girl from a comfortable home in a South of England market town, it was unimaginable. Lynch raped her in the hotel room before holding her captive for eight hellish hours.

(((The true horrible part and colors really begin.)))

He smashed her head, beat her, threatened to slash her face with a razor and said he would hang her with a belt. Later he claimed to have been high on steroids.

(((How similar to some victims of Narcs had experienced? The inhuman-emotionless-NARC-treatment-threaten-and-violence)))

Even now, the details of the rape are hard for Katie to recount. ‘One minute he’d tell me he loved me and the next he was shouting and swearing. His face was so contorted and I knew that I was dealing with a very sick person,’ she says. ‘I didn’t think he was going to let me leave that room alive.

(((LOOK AT THESE, HOW COULD THIS BE!??? DOESNT THIS EVEN SOUNDS THE VERY SImILAR!???? THE NARC UNPREDICTABLE. And somehow like all of us did felt before, even at the beginning stage, we started wonder and question about the 'red-flags'), but everytime we did let it went passed)))

‘The blood from my head wound was everywhere – on the bed, on the carpets, on the bathroom tiles. I told him the maids would be along soon and we had to clear up, otherwise they’d call the police.’

They drove back to Katie’s flat in Golders Green where, to her relief, he agreed to let her out of the car. It was 5pm on Friday.

If her brief affair with Lynch was a dreadful mistake, Katie’s next decision, too, might seem open to question. She decided not to go to the police, gripped by the fear that he would kill her if she put one foot wrong. Nor did she tell the truth to the doctors at the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead, where her head wound was glued.

‘I hated myself and what had happened to me,’ she says. ‘But I was terrified that he would hurt me or someone I loved. I kept thinking that as long as I played along and didn’t make him angry, he’d get fed up.’

Instead, the bombardment of phone calls continued. Lynch was full of apologies, she says, and the following Monday morning begged her to read an email he had written.

(((Look at this again, recall, sounds familiar again? Here you go. They felt they need to reel you back again to torture you again: 'You were once my victim, how could I so easily let you go? It's alright I shed some corcodile tears as long I could cheat you back to me.')))

So, with her own internet line down, she agreed to leave her flat and walk to an internet cafe.

Katie admits: ‘I was nervous about leaving the flat but thought that I could end this thing if I read the email. The whole time Danny was on the phone to me, making conversation, asking me what I was wearing. I was exhausted so I told him.’

This was how her assailant, directed by Lynch, picked her out.

‘I saw a man in a hooded top walking towards me,’ she says. ‘He was carrying a cup. I assumed he was a beggar so I reached into my bag for some change. He came up close, like he was going to speak, and threw liquid from the cup at my face.

‘The pain was indescribable, but for a split second I remember thinking, “How rude to throw coffee when I was trying to help him.” I could feel my skin and clothes burning off me.’

Source: http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=179_1283639911

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