WE MARRIED A SNAKE MAN WHO FEEDS HIS SNAKE WITH OUR WOMBS

WE MARRIED A SNAKE MAN WHO FEEDS HIS SNAKE WITH OUR WOMBS

The Snake Husband: Why We Married Wealth and Slept With Fear

I must speak, because silence is killing me more than poverty ever did.

We were not just wives. We were prisoners dressed in lace, jewelry, and expensive perfumes. People envied us when they saw us step out of his mansion, but none of them knew the truth of what we faced inside.

Our husband was not just a man—he was a polygamist who fed his wealth with a ritual darker than death itself. We never asked questions in the beginning, because money silences suspicion. But one night, the truth could no longer hide.

When he called us into the lounge, we thought he wanted to boast about his latest business deal. Instead, he lifted his shirt and unbuckled his belt. That is when we saw it. Not manhood, not flesh—a living black snake slithered out from him, flicking its tongue in hunger.

We screamed, covering our mouths in disbelief. But he just stood there, calm, like this was normal. He told us plainly: “This snake is the reason you sleep on silk. It is the reason you eat like queens. Without it, you are nothing but widows in poverty.”

That was the night we understood why his wealth never finished, why trucks, taxis, and properties kept multiplying under his name. He was feeding the snake with our wombs, our blood, our silence.

None of us ever had children. For years, we prayed and visited doctors in secret, but nothing. He could not give life because what lived in him was not human. Instead, it only took from us. Every pregnancy ended before it began, every womb was left dry like a cursed riverbed.

And when he came to our beds, it was never love. It was torture. Sex with him was not pleasure but pain—unbearable, unnatural, like being pierced by something that did not belong in a human body. Yet none of us spoke up, because money speaks louder than pain. Every scream was swallowed by the sound of luxury cars outside, every tear hidden behind the glow of diamonds on our fingers.

People call us lucky wives. But luck does not make you dread the nights when your husband enters your room. Luck does not silence your womb forever. Luck does not chain you to wealth you cannot escape.

We are not wives. We are sacrifices. And one day, this snake will want more than we can give.