Sylvanna Devlin

One would think, if you are to treat people with such disregard. A bet is better set on the living.

Maybe there are even rules you can’t bet on the suicidal.

A person needs be successful to have anything worth a gamble.

Unless it would be highly likely, the individual was talented and skilled enough without interference. No one would bet against a sure thing.

Which suggests categories and charts, not events alone. Maybe major ones like marriage and divorce. But otherwise like coins in a glass.

So one might consider it foolish to keep me suicidal – no betting on who kicks a person over the edge.

But one could bet he could make a healthy enough person suicidal and hope it doesn’t result in manslaughter.

I start to get better fairly soon after harassment stops. You could begin to predict it. Tie in elements needed..

But you could then bet the speed you can make me suicidal.

And, let me recover enough between that and another attempt.

There’s no grand cause now. If it wasn’t just gaslighting before. Some truth enough. But most crime too difficult to levy more than a stab at it.

Sex traffickers would be noticed and caught. So unless it looks easy for a while – and it did. There is other low picking fruit.

Drugs? Can’t get me hooked

Prostitution? Let’s pause on that.

That’s been the excuse. A cash cow to blunt my mind enough to be slightly willing. But the cost of attempts is getting so high I suspect there’s a gambler in the building and an employee down the hall.

I get better? Dollar signs.

Worse? Different dollar signs. Particularly if the bet is on himself to drive you there.

That way he can worn out of “bets are off” when most think driving me deep into depression wouldn’t be as reliable as it is with some asshole using reactive abuse.

Ahhh PTSD

He noticed anger makes me feel suicidal more quickly than anything else. Rage tips into the desire for death as soon as it’s felt.

He bets he can, then prods a few buttons, I become dangerously close to an attempt- more so each time. Then guesses how long it takes me to recover this time.

He says it ends in the hospital. No cashing in if I just should.

It would just be a gamble to see how fast I recover this time. So wouldn’t be so long he couldn’t just repeat so I yo yo out of depression to euthamia in a dangerous arc.

If I could climb further out the stakes would no doubt be higher for both. But take far too long for a quick bet.

Low picking fruit applying there too