Money Ritual: I Sacrificed My Legs for Wealth
People say money rules the world. I never believed it until I lost my legs chasing it. This is my story.
I grew up poor—too poor to dream. Every day was a struggle. I saw rich men driving big cars, living in mansions, while my family barely ate. I wanted more. I wanted out.
Then I met a man who promised to change my life. “Give something, get something,” he said. He spoke of a ritual. I laughed at first. It sounded like a joke. But when he showed me proof—real people who did it and got rich—I listened.
The price? My legs.
Fear gripped me, but greed was stronger. I thought, What are legs compared to a lifetime of luxury? I agreed.
The night of the ritual, I felt pain like never before. Fire burned through my body. When I woke up, my legs were gone. But the money came. More than I ever imagined. Cars, houses, everything I once desired.
But here’s the truth they don’t tell you—money doesn’t fill the emptiness. I have everything, yet I feel nothing. The nightmares never stop. I see my legs in my dreams, running away from me.
Was it worth it? I don’t know. But if I could turn back time, I’d rather be poor and whole than rich and broken.
Would you trade your body for wealth? Think twice. Some prices are too high.
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