I met my boyfriend in school, and we were lovebirds. After graduation, we went our separate ways, and that was how we stopped communicating. I won’t lie; I loved him so much, but we had to part ways. Two years later, we ran into each other at a mall, and it felt like we were meeting for the first time. We hugged and exchanged numbers again.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
That night, we texted all through, and there were many butterflies in my belly because of the sweet things he was saying. He also said he wanted us to get back together after I told him I was single.
He said it was God that kept me for him, but that was a lie because I was dating someone else. Immediately we started talking, I broke up with the guy I was with.
One month later, he told me he was into Yahoo (internet fraud), but he would stop once he made enough money to start a legit business. I said OK, no problem. We continued dating, and it was awesome, but I noticed one thing: he never touched me when I was awake.
If I woke up, he would tell me I was so sweet last night, but I wouldn’t remember what happened. I would feel satisfied in the morning, but when I asked, he would say it was because I was high. He always got me drunk anytime I was at his house.
One fateful day, I was at his place as usual, and I was determined to know what was going on. Because of that, he didn’t give me alcohol but gave me a glass of juice. As a science student, I know when my drink is spiked. So when he left, I poured away the juice but left the glass there. I told him I had finished drinking and wanted to go to bed because it was already 10 PM.
I entered the room, and 30 minutes later, he came in. I played dead. He touched me and shook me, but I didn’t move. That’s how he undressed me and opened my legs. I thought he was the one penetrating me, but when I opened my eyes, I saw a snake between my legs and an old man wearing black clothes in a wheelchair.
I screamed, and my boyfriend hit me with a stool, and I passed out. I woke up in the morning and asked him what he had done. He told me I wasn’t supposed to see that snake, and the fact that I did means we have to continue doing it, or else I would die.
That’s how I’ve been trapped for a month now. Even when I go to my house, once it’s time for me to meet with the snake, my body will be out of control, and I will use my hands to go and meet him and the snake. I don’t have control of myself anymore, and I can’t run away because I will still come back. I’ve tried to end it all, but I can’t…CONTINUE READING>>
