I would like to share my story as awareness to people who enjoy the soft life, popping bottles and all. If it's easy money then the price is heavy.
I was married to a man I thought I knew but clearly I knew nothing about that man. I honestly am putting my life in danger just by sharing this.
I met my husband when we both worked for a certain big retail company and we were both just trying to make ends meet. We moved in together just so we can cut costs, we went 50/50 on everything.
He was the bread winner at his home so he had to send almost half of his salary home so that his mom and siblings who were much much younger could eat. I was totally fine without, infact I loved him more soon as I realised that he was taking care of home before the streets.
But the truth of the matter is he was suffocating financialy. We then decided that he will just pay rent and I will take care of everything else. I am from a privileged background so my money didn't have to do anything at home. I worked because I wanted to spend my own sweats.
My boyfriend was starting to hide away from his financial battles by drinking and most times he would even drink the rent money. I was getting tired of his irresponsible behavior so I moved out just so he can catch a wake up call.
But he became worse, he missed work so many times and sometimes he would come to work drunk that he eventually got fired. We also broke up and he moved back home. After a few months of not talking to him or knowing his where abouts, one day he showed up at my work place with a bunch of roses, a box of expensive chocolates and diamond earings.
Everyone at work was shocked to see him, he looked so good. He looked and smelled like money. Here we were thinking he is probably a suffering drunkard kante man is bawling big.
I was so happy to see him and he asked to Pick me up after work and I agreed. He bought everyone at work lunch and boy were we not shocked and envious? So after work he picked me up and took me to a very fancy and expensive restaurant and apologised for everything.
He told me that when he got home he got lucky and won a lot of money in lottery. When he dropped me off at my place he gave me R5000. I was in so much ses belief. From there on he would pick me up from work almost everyday and sometimes even drop me off at work.
He drove an X6 BMW and a Mercedes AMG. He spoiled me with gifts. We eventually got back together and he moved me to one of his many apartments. We were so good together that we ended up married and I quit my job.
He took very good care of me and my girlfriend allowance was 10 times more than what I used to earn. When I fell pregnant he then proposed and paid lobola. He gifted me with a very beautiful mansion. But he was hardly home. It was always just my daughter and I. We saw very little of him.
He had told me that he invested in a couple of businesses and he's hands on hence the absentia at home most times. My heart skipped so many beats when I finaly found out that I was married to a ritualist. He needed vomit from different people to keep the money coming.
He would go to clubs and approach three people and offer them R100 000 each for a 3 sum. Amongst the three people should be a straight slay queen, a gay man and bisexual person.
Once they agree he would exchange numbers with them and meet them the next day. I mean who would say no to a hundred thousand rand just for an hour or two experiment? Not many would say no so I'm not judging those who fell for the trap.
He would text them the next day with the time and tell them to get ready. His driver would be picking them up at the given time. The driver would then pick all three of them up and drop them off at a very fancy restaurant.
My husband would have made reservations and told the restaurant manager to serve them whatever they wanted. They must be full and drunk by the time he gets there, those would be his orders.
He would then pick them up and take them to his mansion in Hartebeespoort. The ritual required them to be super clean. He would then rub them a bubble bath and serve them champagne in the bath. They would obviously be having the time of their lives.
Once done he would provide them with black gowns and a face mask. He would also wear the gown and face mask. Then he would take them to his room and tell them he is going to fetch more drinks, he would then exchange places with a dark spirit.
The dark spirit would then go to the room disguised as my husband with the drinks. The victims wouldn't even notice because number 1.He is wearing a mask and secondly they are way too drunk to pick up little details.
The spirit would make them play weird games not knowing that they are signing off their lives to the dark world. They would just be playing and enjoying the soft life. Once they have unknowingly agreed to be used as sacrifices then they would vomit then pass out.
The dark spirit would then clean out the vomits into a glass bucket and close it up. He would then lick each victim in their nose, ears and mouths then leave. My husband would then sleep next to them as if he too passed out.
He would strip them n@ked just to make it look like the agreement really did happen. The next day he would give them the R100 000 as promised and then his driver would drop them off at their desired places.
Little did they know that they now each have only 6months to live. They will not even enjoy the money since the minute they get home they start becoming sick and it would get worse each and everyday. Eventually they will be diagnosed with pneumonia and in 6months they will die.
The money he gave them is actually meant to give them a dignified funeral and they don't even know it. He would then receive triple the money he has given them. He opened up to me about this because he also wanted me to join and I have since ran for my life.
I moved in with my aunt where he will never find me. Apparently now that I know this secret my life is also in danger. I just thought I could save a life or three. Please don't forget to hide my Identity I am begging you.
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