Posted this in another thread, didn't think at first it warranted its own thread, the responses seemed to indicate that it does:
"I've never walked in on a girl fucking another guy, but one time I did find out a girl cheated on me. Apparently it was after I revealed everything I ever told her about myself was a lie and she fucked another guy in a fit of anger.
When I found out, my response was calm. I told her that I wanted to see her the next three nights straight. Very calmly, I made her feel that it all discredited her love for me, and used it as leverage so she'd do virtually anything to prove that it was genuine love on her part. Everything with consent, the leverage was big and I knew I'd be stupid not to take advantage of it. The first day, I told her to drink a can of my piss. She did so, I poured it all over her face and hair, slapped her hatefully a few times during it, then throatfucked her so hard she probably puked about 1/4 of the piss she drank. Second day, she agreed for me to shit on her face. Third day, I made her agree to shave her head. She went from long beautiful hair to a clean-shaven bald head, probably reduced her SMV by 5 points in my eyes. Over the relationship I spoke of a wealthy supermodel-hot girl I pulled abroad who had offered me a job in her dad's company, with the implication that I would date her if I went back. I told her I refused her offer. The second I finished shaving her head, I told her I had actually accepted the hot girl's offer, "I'm not the sort of person that forgives", with an emotionless tone. She went into a panic attack of extreme anger and violent crying, so intense she couldn't even keep her balance and kept falling to the ground. She began to throw things around in my apartment. As she was leaving, she fell to the ground in front of my porch, and closed the door forcefully, from the ground, to avoid humiliation. Later that night I texted her thanking her for the relationship and telling her how great it had been, and that despite everything I truly did enjoy myself. This positivity, contrary to popular belief, generates a far greater long-term trauma than leaving on a note of genuine anger. Funnily enough, despite how badly I treated her not only at the end but all throughout the relationship, two days later she sent me a heartfelt long-ass message, after she knew I had left the country and there was no chance of me coming back, telling me how much she loved me, and how it had been the greatest relationship of her life. It was more like a novel than a text message, full of the most extreme vulnerabilities a girl could possibly say to a man, and said with the most genuine tone possible. Reading it you could feel the pain in her words. There really isn't any limit to how cruelly and sadistically you can treat a girl without losing her love. I never replied."
"I've never walked in on a girl fucking another guy, but one time I did find out a girl cheated on me. Apparently it was after I revealed everything I ever told her about myself was a lie and she fucked another guy in a fit of anger.
When I found out, my response was calm. I told her that I wanted to see her the next three nights straight. Very calmly, I made her feel that it all discredited her love for me, and used it as leverage so she'd do virtually anything to prove that it was genuine love on her part. Everything with consent, the leverage was big and I knew I'd be stupid not to take advantage of it. The first day, I told her to drink a can of my piss. She did so, I poured it all over her face and hair, slapped her hatefully a few times during it, then throatfucked her so hard she probably puked about 1/4 of the piss she drank. Second day, she agreed for me to shit on her face. Third day, I made her agree to shave her head. She went from long beautiful hair to a clean-shaven bald head, probably reduced her SMV by 5 points in my eyes. Over the relationship I spoke of a wealthy supermodel-hot girl I pulled abroad who had offered me a job in her dad's company, with the implication that I would date her if I went back. I told her I refused her offer. The second I finished shaving her head, I told her I had actually accepted the hot girl's offer, "I'm not the sort of person that forgives", with an emotionless tone. She went into a panic attack of extreme anger and violent crying, so intense she couldn't even keep her balance and kept falling to the ground. She began to throw things around in my apartment. As she was leaving, she fell to the ground in front of my porch, and closed the door forcefully, from the ground, to avoid humiliation. Later that night I texted her thanking her for the relationship and telling her how great it had been, and that despite everything I truly did enjoy myself. This positivity, contrary to popular belief, generates a far greater long-term trauma than leaving on a note of genuine anger. Funnily enough, despite how badly I treated her not only at the end but all throughout the relationship, two days later she sent me a heartfelt long-ass message, after she knew I had left the country and there was no chance of me coming back, telling me how much she loved me, and how it had been the greatest relationship of her life. It was more like a novel than a text message, full of the most extreme vulnerabilities a girl could possibly say to a man, and said with the most genuine tone possible. Reading it you could feel the pain in her words. There really isn't any limit to how cruelly and sadistically you can treat a girl without losing her love. I never replied."