He Used Me to ‘Balance’ His Ritual Without Telling Me — Now He Drives Benz and I Can’t Stand Up from Bed

If someone had told me love could nearly cost me my life, I would have laughed. But now, I live it every day — in pain and regret.

I met Samuel on Instagram. He was sweet, well-spoken, and showered me with love. Within two months, he bought me a phone, sent me money, and took me on weekend getaways. I thought I had found “the one.”

Then one night, he said we should do something “intense.” We had sex — but afterwards, he took a red handkerchief, wiped me down, and burned it in a small dish beside the bed.

I was confused. He said it was “a spiritual cleansing.” I was foolish enough to believe him.

Three days later, my body shut down.

I couldn’t walk without help. My joints felt like fire. My skin burned at night. Every doctor I visited found nothing wrong. One even told me, “You’re healthy — but something is holding you spiritually.”

A prophet later confirmed it:

“You were used to complete a ritual. Your blood, your spirit, was the price.”

Meanwhile, Samuel has disappeared. He now drives a black Benz, lives in Lekki, and posts quotes about “sacrifices” on his page.

I gave him my body out of love. He used it for power. Now I sleep with painkillers beside me — while he sleeps on cash.