STORY OF HOW SHE SLEPT WITH A SNAKE FOR MONEY

I would like to share another story with you all. This time, it is a very sad and heartbreaking one. However, my intention is for it to serve as a cautionary tale and potentially change someone's life. I hope that someone out there can learn from my mistakes and experiences.

The story takes place in 2020 when I was studying at university and had a group of friends. Around mid-year, I started getting involved with a girl. She was beautiful and drove a Mercedes-Benz.

I believe you are aware that she possessed the latest iPhone and was considered a beautiful lady, the epitome of every woman's dream. She was stunning, changing her nails every two weeks. She seemed to have it all. I encountered this girl, but due to financial constraints, I felt inadequate to meet her standards. Surprisingly, she approached me, expressing her desire to be friends. She took the initiative, and I was pleasantly surprised. As we spent time together, she shared that her family was not wealthy, yet she lived a lavish lifestyle. I began to wonder about the source of her wealth. She hinted at a personal and deep explanation, promising to reveal it over lunch. I speculated that perhaps she inherited her wealth. However, during our lunch, she kept me in suspense, leaving me eager to uncover the truth behind her affluent lifestyle.

I was taken aback when she mentioned that she had forgotten the purpose of our meeting. I expressed my desperation and willingness to do anything, even if it meant resorting to extreme measures. However, I quickly clarified that I didn't truly mean it when I mentioned killing someone. She then warned me not to disclose what she was about to reveal, emphasizing the consequences if I did. Despite my initial thoughts about potential dangers, I found myself drawn to the gentleman she introduced me to. As we engaged in conversation, I unexpectedly developed feelings for him. When she returned without any items, I was too engrossed in our discussion to inquire further.

I was present during that time without causing any disturbance. I returned to the sofa and engaged in conversation without raising my voice. Eventually, he mentioned that it was getting late. He asked if I wanted to spend the night together or go back. I hesitated, but he suggested that I could sleep in another room while he did the same. I felt a sense of calmness about the situation and agreed. I appreciated that he wasn't making any advances or pressuring me for intimacy. Later, we went shopping, and I settled into the room assigned to me, which was all white with a bathroom. After a long day, I decided to shower before bed. As I chatted with a friend, I felt like I was being treated like royalty. I felt grateful for the experience and thought to myself that this was where I truly belonged. After an hour of preparing for bed, I opened the door to the bedroom and was astonished by what I saw.

I was unsure of what actions to take, so the snake eventually completed its task after approximately 10 to 15 minutes. It seemed to be consuming something, as I could sense its movements and the sensation of it devouring its prey. Even when it was halfway through, I could still feel it feeding. In my desperation, I urged it to finish quickly, as the pain was becoming unbearable. Eventually, it completed its meal and began to retreat, disappearing from sight. The aftermath left traces of blood on the white sheets, causing distress and confusion. I was at a loss for what to do, especially since it was already late in the evening, bordering on nightfall. Sleep eluded me throughout the night, and the following morning, a man entered my room. I was numb and unable to speak, but he seemed amused and asked how I was doing. He assured me that everything was finished and that I need not worry. Perplexed, I questioned his statement, but he insisted that I could return home to heal. He promised that upon my recovery, I would be granted all the things I desired in this world. I left the room feeling dizzy and overwhelmed, contemplating the idea of ending my own life. Surprisingly, he accompanied me to my destination, and it was then that I made the decision to return to my hometown. The people there sensed my depression but were unaware of its cause, as I was unable to articulate my experiences. However, as I began to heal, I confided in my mother, who suggested seeking the help of a traditional healer known as Pat. We visited this healer, who performed rituals that involved cutting my skin, causing blood to flow. Strangely, I felt immune to the pain, as the agony I had previously endured had surpassed any other sensation.