Married to an Occultic Man Episode 1

Married to an Occultic Man☠️😱

Episode 1

Written By Saviouribokauthor1

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Jasmine.

After our wedding, I discovered that my husband, Fred, had a strange habit of playing loud music at nights.

The music was always the same, strange, disturbing song. I hadn't known of this habit of his before our marriage mostly because I had never visited him overnight.

My visits were always during the day. 

For the first two weeks of our marriage, I couldn't sleep because of the loud music. The content of the music was disturbing too because it was a really sad song.

There was one verse that stuck in my mind and kept repeating: "Your life and soul is mine; your cries and voice will not be heard!"

Severally, I complained to Fred to turn off the music–I even attempted to turn it off one night, but Fred had almost killed me.

"Don't you ever change or stop this song no matter what happens, you hear?" He yelled at me.

Since then, I was only able to sleep during the day–thankfully, Fred didn't let me work because he wanted me to be a house wife.

The house wife issue had caused problems too. Before we got married, I'd told Fred that I was a practicing nurse and he'd assured me that he would support me.

That changed when we got married. Fred sternly warned me to never mention work again.

Another strange thing Fred did was making love to me using condoms.

We were married for God's sake so why would he insist on protection? At one point, I confronted him to ask if he didn't want children or maybe had an infection, but Fred gave me the hottest slap of my life!

With him, life became painful. Three times a week–especially on Sundays–he would wear his condom like a uniform and spread my legs wide.

He was rough, and he warned me never to moan. S*x wasn't for enjoyment, but for consummation.

Another disturbing fact was that his condoms were coloured black!

For three months, I endured all the torture and sleepless nights. Then one day, Fred was called by a friend to go check on something.

Before leaving, he called me and gave me another stern warning. "Jasmine, I will be back in two hours. Don't turn off that song o! I have warned you!"

I nodded eagerly and he took one of his five cars and sped off.

After he left, I tried so hard to concentrate but the music filled the entire house with its sad melody.

In anger, I turned it off. When I did, sweet silence filled the house, but the silence was only for a brief minute before another song began!

It wasn't really a song, but many voices of people crying and wailing and asking for justice.

"He killed me...save my child...please...our blood is restless...we need peace..."

The voices chanted over and over again. My entire body became filled with dread and I searched around in terror!

Women, babies and men were crying all at once.

In panic, I turned on the music once more and the crying stopped.

I have never felt such fear before! With my hands shaking, I turned the music off again and the cries started.

"Your husband killed us!" The voices wailed. "He will kill you too! Find his condoms and you will see!"

"Stop!" I yelled in fear and turned the music on. But something in me pushed me to rush to my husband's special wooden box where he kept his used condoms–he always disposed of them by himself.

I flipped one out and the content spilled to the floor.

It wasn't sperm.

Not at all. It was a swarm of maggots, blood and mucus!!

And I think I passed out.

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Okay, another one in the marathon. Guys, should I continue? If the engagement is high enough within half a day, then definitely, we'll serialize this one.

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