On Friday, 26th July 2024, I was s£xually ab#$ed in the most dehumanizing manner any girl could ever imagine by someone I thought was a very shy, gentle, and well-mannered young man. It’s three days later, and I still can’t sleep well because the entire event still plays out exactly in my dreams. My virginity was forcefully taken away from me at 18. I didn’t say I wanted to keep it until marriage, but at least I had the right to choose who to give it to. The second time was when I was 21. Maybe I was little those times and couldn’t fight back, but being helplessly raped at 25 as a full-grown lady is something I will never forgive. I fought, I scratched, I hit until all my body was stretched, and I became tired.
I begged, and I cried until I quietly surrendered. I was raped over and over until the next morning. It hurts, not just emotionally and mentally but physically. My vaginal walls were bruised over and over. It’s been three days, but I still feel so much pain all over my body. He didn’t h!t me, but it would have been better if he had. I didn’t finish what I went to do earlier. My phone was at 2 percent, and Keke and buses had stopped driving on the road by 9 p.m. in Enugu. I would have used Bolt, but my phone would have gone off before it even arrived. I wanted to take a cab because I had cash, but I was scared. 😭 Because of the insecurity in the east, with Bolt, I could send the driver’s details to my friend or brother, which I always do, but I couldn’t do that with an ordinary taxi.
That’s why I decided not to. I thought of the most responsible mobile person to call, and it was him. I could swear he was a gentle, responsible guy, very reserved. I felt I could be safe with him. I just told him where I was because my phone was going to d!e, and after about 30 minutes, he came looking for me because my phone was off. Then I saw him. He said he couldn’t go to my side because it was far, but he would just pay for a hotel for me and go because he was going to a birthday party. I was happy he was such a nice guy because I said I would never go to his place. Only for him to come later after the party and say he couldn’t go back home in the middle of the night.
He asked if he could go down to the reception and sleep as the hotel had no room left, according to him. I should have accepted and let him sleep at the reception, but I said no. 😭😭 I pleaded with him not to act funny, that in a few hours, it would be daybreak, and I would leave in peace. He agreed, but his breath and entire body reeked of whisky. 😭 He knelt down begging in the morning for hours, but my entire body was in so much pain that I couldn’t say anything. He dressed up and ran away, only for me to discover that he had put his second phone, a Samsung worth around 700 or 800k, in my bag. He removed his SIM card. 800k was supposed to make up for everything he did to me.
Please, ladies, help me. I am thinking of the best way to kill him. I don’t know if I should persuade him to come and collect his phone so that I can poison him. I don’t know any real w!tch doctors to go to, any way to kill him that I won’t be traced. I don’t know what poison to buy that he won’t be able to perceive the smell in a drink or a native doctor who can kee him in his sleep. Please help a fellow sister. My heart is in pain. I want to kee him. That’s the only way I can heal. I don’t know how to do it.
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