A Night That Changed My Life Forever
A WEALTHY MAN SACRIFICED ME FOR WEALTH
I wasn’t sure if I had hit rock bottom yet, but that night at the club felt like I was scraping the edges of something dark and endless. I had moved to the big city for school, full of hope and dreams, but reality came crashing down like a hammer. My father had cut me off—his new wife made sure of that. She hated me, and her bitterness poisoned him. He stopped sending me money, not even enough for groceries, and the hunger gnawed at me day and night.
I was drowning in debt, behind on rent, and my school fees were piling up like a mountain I couldn’t climb. That night, I didn’t even have cab fare, let alone money for drinks. I walked into the club hoping to drown my sorrows, hoping that maybe some man would pity me or take enough interest to buy me a drink or two. That’s when I saw him.
He wasn’t the kind of man you could ignore. Foreign, impeccably dressed, with a confidence that drew every eye in the room. He approached me like he already knew I would say yes to whatever he wanted. He wasn’t wrong.
He offered me a drink, and we talked. Well, he talked, and I nodded, barely hearing his words over the pounding music and the crushing weight of my own despair. Then, as casually as someone asking for the time, he leaned in close and made me an offer that froze me in place.
“One night,” he said. “No strings attached. I’ll pay you enough to solve all your problems.”
I wanted to say no. I wanted to walk away, but his words echoed in my head—enough to solve all your problems. I thought about my overdue rent, my school fees, my siblings back home who barely had enough to eat because my unemployed mother couldn’t provide for them. I thought about the hunger that had become a constant companion. Against every screaming instinct, I nodded.
We left the club together, and he took me to a hotel—a luxurious place that made me feel out of place the moment we stepped inside. The room was pristine, cold, and unwelcoming. I kept telling myself it was just one night. I could handle one night.
But I was wrong.
As the night unfolded, something happened that I can barely bring myself to put into words. It started when he kissed me—his touch was cold, unnaturally so. Then, as we moved closer, I saw it. His body began to shift, his skin rippling and changing. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.
In the dim light of the room, I watched in paralyzed horror as his face elongated, his eyes turning into slits. His body twisted and stretched, and before I could process what was happening, he was no longer a man. He was a snake—massive, glistening, and otherworldly.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It was as if some unseen force held me down, forcing me to endure what came next. The snake slithered closer, coiling around me, and then it happened—it disappeared inside me. I felt it, every inch of it, invading me in ways that words cannot describe. The terror, the pain, the sheer unnaturalness of it all—it’s something I will carry with me to my grave.
When I woke up the next morning, the room was empty. The man was gone, and I was alone. But on the floor by the bed was the money—more than I had ever seen in my life. I grabbed it and ran, not daring to look back.
With that money, I paid off my debts. I settled my rent, cleared my school fees, and even sent some back home to my mother and siblings. For a brief moment, it felt like I had a second chance at life. But it didn’t last.
The nightmares started almost immediately. I would wake up in a cold sweat, feeling the weight of something pressing down on me. Then there were the physical symptoms. Every day, I bled from my private parts, more than just a period. And worse, strange pieces of wet, scaly skin would come out of me, slimy and foul-smelling.
No doctor could explain it. Tests came back normal, but I knew better. I could feel it—something was inside me, something that didn’t belong.
I tried to move on with my life, but the weight of what happened that night haunts me. I can’t look at myself in the mirror without seeing the terrified girl I was that night. I can’t sleep without feeling the phantom presence of the snake.
Sometimes, I feel it move.
I don’t know how long I can go on like this. I’ve thought about ending it all, but the thought of leaving my mother and siblings without support keeps me going. I don’t know what happened to me that night, or what I allowed into my life, but I know one thing for certain: I will never be free.
To anyone reading this, let my story be a warning. Desperation can lead you to places you can never come back from. I made a deal that night, and I’m paying the price every single day.
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