MY BOYFRIEND USES ME FOR HIS RITUAL

MY BOYFRIEND ASK ME NOT TO THROW MY MENSTRUAL PAD MYSELF THAT HE WILL,ALWAY HELP TRASH IT EVERY MONTH... UNTIL I STARTED NOTICING THIS EPISODE 1 My Name Is Adeola,I'm 20 Years Old. Please Learn from My Mistake. I hope every young lady, especially those who depend solely on their rich Yahoo boyfriends, learns something from my story. My life was ruined because of carelessness and my desperate hunger for money. “Don’t throw away your pad, Adeola. I’ll help you with that,” he always said. “Why?” I asked him curiously the first time. He ran his fingers through his hair and said, “Uhm... because I’m your boyfriend. It’s my duty to help you with things like that.” I looked at him with suspicion. But I loved him so much... Who was I to doubt him? So I would just hand him my used pad and go back to the room, believing he was simply helping me dispose of it. --- Paul my boyfriend, was very generous. He bought me the latest iPhone, took me shopping at the end of every month—sometimes right after I finished my period. Yes, Paul is a Yahoo boy. But I loved how hardworking he seemed. I always prayed he’d land a big client so he could keep taking care of me. Everything seemed to be going smoothly—paul always handled my menstrual pads and made me feel special. He even kept track of my ovulation cycle and knew exactly when my period would start. Whenever I was close to seeing my period, Paul would call me over to his place. I’d spend about a week with him, and during that time, he would pamper me with so much love and attention. I thought this was what love looked like—a caring boyfriend who spent money on me and always wanted me around. But then Paul started asking for something unusual... something shocking. He asked that we have s𝒆̨x during my period. I hesitated and told him I wasn’t comfortable with that he got furious and A𝒏̃gry. Cold. I didn’t want to upset him. So I gave in. I told myself, “It’s just a few minutes of s*x. I can clean up afterwards.” written by Adeola But what started as a “few minutes of s*x” during my period led to something strange... Something terrifying began to happen after paul started sleeping with me during my menstr uation. Episode 2 Written by Adeola I didn’t want to upset him. So I gave in. I told myself, “It’s just a few minutes of s*x. I can clean up afterwards.” Written by Adeola But what started as just “a few minutes” during my period turned into something strange… something terrifying. Each time paul and I made out while I was menstruating, the bedspread would end up soaked in my own bl0d. Written by Adeola Somehow, I always felt terrible afterwards,like something wasn’t right. But I couldn’t stop. My biggest fê@r was paul getting upset with me. I didn’t want that. Ever since we started dating back in my 200 level in university, my life had changed for good. The feeling of being dropped off on campus in a flashy car… The pride of sitting in the front seat beside Paul, looking at other girls as though they were beneath me… The constant pampering, the shopping, the expensive gifts. I felt like a queen. Though my mother had warned me countless times to stay away from Paul, I refused to listen. She couldn’t be the one to kill my joy. And as for my broke friends? The ones I used to hang out with? They all faded away, unable to keep up with my new standard. After one of our usual s*x, we were about to clean up when Paul stopped me. He insisted he would wash me himself. “What kind of love is this?” I blushed, feeling shy but flattered. He led me into the bathroom. I wanted to sit on the WC, but Paul told me to sit on a bathing bucket instead. Then he poured water over me, washing the blood off gently,into the bucket. Cūrious, I asked why he was collecting the bl0dy water. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry… I’ll flush it myself.” I didn’t think too much of it at first. I mean, paul had always been the caring type… or so I thought. But then it became a routine. Each time I visited him during my peri0d, he’d insist on washing me. He’d always make sure to collect the water filled with my bl0d—every single time. And he’d never let me flush it. He’d take the bucket himself… step outside quietly… and return minutes later, smiling as though nothing happened. I should have known something was wrong. But I was too blinded by the lifestyle… Too afraid of losing him… Too addicted to the feeling of being “better than the rest.” Too addicted to the feeling of being “better than the rest.” Then… the nightmares began. Episode 3 WRITTEN BY Adeola ✍️ ___________ Every night, I’d wake up in cold sweat. Bl0d. Buckets. Shadows. I’d dream of someone chanting my name in the dark… someone holding my p@d… someone bathing in my bl0d. I started getting weak. My skin grew pale. I lost my appetite. Even my peri0ds started coming heavier than usual—lasting longer, more p*inful. I confided in my roommate once, and she asked me a simple question: “janet… has Paul ever asked for your bl0d?” she asked me, going by my English name. I laughed it off. “No na! What kind of n0nsense question is that?” But something in her voice shook me: couldn’t sleep that night. My roommate’s question kept ringing in my ears: I picked up my phone and started searching. “Spiritual significance of menstrual bl0d.” “Men who collect women's bl0d.” “Signs you’re being used for ritEPISODE 4 A week after paul gifted me the car A shining red Benz that turned every eye on campus— I started bl*ēding again. But this time… it wasn’t my peri0d. It was different. It came unexpectedly… thick, dark, and heavy. No cr@mps. No signs. Just bl0d. Dripping… soaking through every p@d… staining my clothes in public. Written by Adeola My roommate Blessing rushed me to the school clinic. They couldn’t understand what was happening. So they referred me to the general hospital immediately. The wait was long. My heart was pounding. The bl0d wouldn’t stop. They ran tests. Ultrasound. Full bl0d count. They checked my hormone levels, my womb, everything. I sat there, shivering in the cold hospital gown, waiting. Thinking. Praying that the doctor wouldn’t say the worst. Then the doctor came in, holding a file, expression tight. “Miss Janet…” “We’ve gone through your results…” My heart stopped. “Medically, everything seems fine. All tests came back normal. There’s no internal bl!!ding. No infecti0ns. Nothing.” “But if I’m fine, then why am I bl**ding like this?” I asked in a cracked Written by Adeola The doctor sighed. “That’s why I’m worried. Your symptoms don’t match your test results.” He hesitated… then added: “It could be spiritual. We’ve seen a few cases like this—where nothing shows medically, but the patient keeps deteriorating.” My mouth opened in disbelief. “Spiritual? As in… someone is doing this to me?” The doctor gave me a knowing look and gently nodded. “You might want to speak with someone… a priest… your parents…” He paused, tapping the file slowly. “Because if this continues, you may start having problems with your reproductive system… or w0rse.” I stared at him, numb. All I could feel was the coldness crawling up my spine. --- As I stepped o EPISODE 5 ________________ I had finally made up my mind to leave. I couldn’t pretend anymore. Not after everything—the strange bath water, the whispered chants in the middle of the night, the unexplained bliiding… And now, the bracelet. That pure golden bracelet sparkling on my wrist didn’t feel like love anymore. It felt like chains. Heavy, expensive chains that kept me bound to something dark. Something evil. I began packing my clothes. I would go back home. I would beg my mother, ask her to forgive me for ignoring her dreams, her warnings… everything. I zipped my bag halfway and felt a strong urge to pee. Maybe it was the fear, the stress, or the leftover anxiety from the hospital. I left my room and rushed toward the bathroom. My heart was racing. My mind wasn’t steady. I pulled down my underwear quickly, squatting beside the WC. And then— PLOP! I froze. I looked down. A large, white maggot was wriggling between my thighs. My throat tightened. Before I could blink, another fell. PLOP. I scrêamed. I fell backward, hitting my head against the doorframe. My legs trembled, my breath caught in my chest. Written by Adeola The third one dropped—fat, alive, squirming in the pool of urine now mixed with bl0d. “What is this?!” I screamed again, shaking as tears rushed to my eyes. I reached for tissue paper with shaking hands, wiping between my thighs in panic—only to find a slimy, milky discharge mixed with something crawling I screamed louder.