My story is stresful and quiet disturbing. I have seeked help in all parts of the world but i still haven't been helped.
I used to work for this very rich man at waterfal and he lived alone. I was told that his family(wife and kids) lives in the UK so he is forced to be in SA for work. I knew him to be a tenderprenur and owned a few properties too that's all i knew.
His house was always so clean but he needed a helper but there was nothing to do but i earned very good salary so i was not complaining. I always used to make my family laugh when i used to joke around and say i am just hired to eat and parade in a big mansion while taking care of the money snake.
I was just fooling around because there was no private room in that house and no sign of any weird ritual going on. It was just a normal setup of a wealthy man working hard to afford his expensive taste. But at some point i thought maybe he had the hots for me and he was just scared to tell me.
He used to buy me gifts and bring me take away food. Let's just say he treated me very well. I even had my own bedroom in that very house and in all the times i slept there i have never seen or experienced anything unusual. One day when i got to work u found an old lady sitting on the couch watching tv with a new born baby in her arms.
I almost ran away but remembered that that was a very security tight area and no one would just show up and even enter without being led in. And beside the old lady didn't look like those naughty gogos from the villages. She was clean and was wearing expensive kind of QUEEN Elizabeth dress and jacket with the hat kinda wear.
So i just assumed it's my boss's mother. I greeted her and she received me well and she even called me by name so i figured out she is family. I greeted her and she asked me to join her watching tv and forget about duties for my body also deserves rest.
Funny enough i didn't even think about calling my boss to ask about the lady. I got brainwashed. Well we had a smooth conversation for hours and she got up and said she was going to make us tea.
I told her that was my job and she must sit down and relaxed and she said "but you take good care of my son, today let me thank you by just making you a cup of tea". I couldn't say no to that sweet granny. Her smile was genuine and pure. She was very beautiful too, kinda looked indian.
The tea didn't taste anything like what we usualy drink, it was bitter and had a weird smell. She said it's her healthy tea and helps her remain strong and young. I didn't like it but i didn't want to be mean so i just drank it.
Then she got up to cook, while she was in the kitchen the baby started crying. She asked me to pick him up. I did and he wouldn't stop crying. He then said, when he starts being that restless i breastfeed him even if i have no breast milk. His mom passed away last month so i comfort him with my breast.
I kept quiet while trying to calm the baby then she asked me to breastfeed him since she's cooking. I don't know what got to me but i just did as i was told without raising eyebrows or concerns. The baby's grip was a bit firm and painful. I assumed it's because I've never breastfed before maybe that's how all mother's feel while breastfeeding.
The baby then starting s*cking then came down and looked very comfortable. But i noticed that the more the baby svicked he was becoming red on the skin but i didn't say anything steal. Once the baby fell asleep i put him back to sleep on the couch and realised that he had small bl**d on his lips and i checked my boobie and it was fine, no bl**d nor cut.
I quickly wiped his lips of so magogo wouldn't see. Then magogo came with the food and before she even ate she started acting strange. she picked up the baby and asked me where she was, she asked me who i am yet she called me by name earlier.
She asked a lot of questions including the owners name. When i told her she said she doesn't know me or the owner and started saying that she's in the wrong house and picked up the baby and left as fast as she could. She had just said the baby's mother passed away, she knew my name and suddenly she dissapeared because it's the wrong house?
I knew something was wrong so i called my boss and he said that his mother passed away long ago. I was scared to even be in that house now. From that day on i have never been on my periods and I'm still very far from menopause. When i am cooking even if i accidentally cut myself sometimes nothing comes out and if its a deep cut just a few drops of black liquid comes out then stop.
I am so scared to even consult because i don't think i will be able to handle the truth. NB: i still work in that house and my salary was increased when i wanted to leave.i earn a salary of teacher's in South Africa. My boss even helped me build my own house and i have a car.
I didn't think much of it until i came across this group. Now i can't stop thinking about the possibilities.
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