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How A Man I Met On Facebook Abused Me And Plucked Out My Eye – Lady Recounts Gory Ordeal

30 Apr

Please share with every youth you know,
please!
Her story:
My name is Chinwe, I am 26 years old, I never
graduated from the university, simply because
I was stupid and careless. On my 24th
birthday, I received a nice gift, it was a
blackberry phone, I always wanted one, it was
like a right of passage, my ex-boyfriend got it
for me, he was a student like me, didn’t have a
job, and I really never cared to ask as he could
afford it, my concern at that point was, yes I
had finally arrived.
Other girls in my hostel had blackberries and I
would always get pissed when I heard sounds
of pings and messages coming into their
phones at all hours and I would stare at my
Nokia phone and wish I could throw it away,
but half bread they say is better than none, so
I hoped and even fasted to get a blackberry
phone, looking back now, if I had the
opportunity, I’d have a landline with no
internet activity what so ever.
Anyway I got the blackberry phone and even
got free BIS subscription, at that moment my
life was complete, no more going to the cyber
cafes to check my emails, my face-book or
twitter, I had it all at my finger tips, life
indeed was complete, or so I thought.
Anyway, I became addicted to my blackberry
and also my social media applications, and
since I had constant access, I quickly gained
enough followers, and especially guys, mostly
because I had a lot of erotic pictures on my
timeline.
I was popular, finally I felt I was the main girl,
everyone wanted to follow me, I didn’t care if
it was virtual, it felt good, checking out my
profile and having well over 8,000 followers,
more than half of which were guys, but one
particular guy caught my attention, till this day
I don’t know what made him stand out, but we
go chatty, he sent me direct messages and I
replied, he was quiet a gentleman , and I can’t
remember him ever asking for a Nood picture
unlike the rest of them, so this made me
comfortable with him, his name was Tobi, he
said he was a doctor.
I didn’t have any cause to doubt him,he had
extensive knowledge and even gave me some
medical advice from time to time, we
eventually moved from twitter to blackberry
chat, we chatted all the time, I got so
comfortable with him, I gave him my number,
and that would come to be the biggest mistake
I ever made.
Tobi called me every day, some days he called
more than once, at night he
would call and I would lay on my bed and have
phone sex with him, his
voice was so soothing, he made me do things I
never thought possible, he
had gained so much access into my head, I
realized later I had done
some very sick and twisted things just to please
him, I would take Nood
pictures of myself.
I would send him videos of me touching myself
in private, and send him voice notes of me
making moaning sounds and simulating
orgasms, and all this while we had not met,
not face to face at least, eventually I played
into his hands, I began pestering to meet him
in person, at this point I had lost my mind, I
assumed I was in-love with him, and when my
boyfriend at the time broke up with me, I
really welcomed it, for me it meant no more
sneaking around.
Tobi eventually agreed to come to Lagos to
meet me, all this while he had made me to
believe he was in Calabar, and would take time
off work to spend a weekend with me in Lagos,
when I heard this I was excited, he told me to
book a reservation for him, stating he would
pay me back as soon as he arrived and also he
said it would make him more committed to the
visit and would convince him of my
seriousness, I bought it all, he was smart, he
was cunning, and I was stupid, oh how stupid I
was.
The funny thing was I had sent him tons of
pictures, and all I had was just one picture of
him, and whenever I asked he would claim he
wanted to be sure I loved him for him, and not
for his looks, and sheepishly I would try to
convince him of my undying love, and would
try to appease him with Nood pictures of my
body.
He eventually made it to Lagos, I met him at
the hotel, he was tall, handsome and had a
wonderful smile, he made love to me over and
over, and convinced me to spend the night
with him, I told him I couldn’t, because I had
a test the next morning, now at this point I
don’t know what triggered his anger, don’t
know if it was because I couldn’t spend the
night,
or maybe I said something else I can’t
remember saying, but whatever it was, brought
out a very ugly side of him, he called me foul
names, and kept going on and on about how he
always knew I was cheap, and he knew I was
sleeping with other men, the same man whom
had swept me away.
He slammed me on the floor, he told me of
how he had shown his friends all my Nood
pictures and how they had watched the videos
and listened to the voice notes, he told me he
had made a bet with his friends, that I would
actually pay for him to have sex with me, just
to prove how stupid I was, well you can
imagine how I felt.
I was confused and shocked, but I attempted
to regain any little dignity I had left, and so I
tried to mouth off at him, suddenly he
punched me in the face, and I tripped over,
and hit my head on a stool. The next thing I
remember was waking up on the bed, I was
tied up, and he was staring at me, his eyes
were dark and he had a sinister smile on his
lips, he stood up and walked towards me.
I tried to scream and realized my mouth was
tapped, my head was racing, the unfortunate
part was that no one knew where I was, he
turned me over, and told me he was going to
teach me a lesson, at this point I was naked, he
rapped me from behind, and I mean my anus,
the pain was mind blowing, I struggled, and he
hit me, when he was done he brought out a
small blade, and he looked at me for a minute
and said, “this scare is going
to always serve as a reminder, for
girls like you always trying to be more than
you are, for stupid fools like you”.
He put the blade to my nipple and cut it off,
and anytime I think of it, I still feel the pain, it
was like nothing I had ever felt before, he was
calm, like he had done it a million times, I
could feel the warm blood dripping down my
mutilated Bosom , tears of fear and pain
running down my face, and suddenly he
turned around again, this time all I saw was a
flash.
I don’t know how I survived it, but I woke up
in a hospital days after, well I was awake, but
my eyes were swollen shut, It took a couple of
days for me to open my one good eye, and
realize the damage he had done, he had
plucked out my eye, and cut my face,
he had cut my Bosom s up real bad, they had
to it out, like I had cancer
or something, there was no record of who I
was, bacause he had taken everything, he had
taken my bag, containing everything I had.
I was able to tell the nurses about what I could
remember, and also give
them my mum’s phone number, the hospital
felt so much pity, they actually treated me for
free, hard to believe right?
Anyway I was taken home after weeks at the
hospital to recuperate, it was tough, I was
blind in one eye, I had one Bosom and a
hideous scar of my face, talk about your
sinage, he did a number on me, how dumb was
I. Sometimes I wish he had killed me, but there
are fates worse than death, and I guess this is
one of them, he was gone without a trace, the
receipt from the hotel was in my name, so yes
he had played me from the start.
I didn’t dare go back to school, I was sure
everyone would have heard, and I was not
going to become a statistic, so I decided to
stay home, and mind my business, besides
what do I need an education for, I’d rather
stay home, because there is no rising from
this, there is no happy ending to this story,
this is the simple ending.
I was a victim if a sexual predator, and I let
him into my life period, and I take full
responsibility for that, I was driven by greed
and lack of morals, I allowed myself fall into
an abyss, but well saying all this doesn’t
change anything, it’s a memory I will have to
live with for the rest of my life, well not a
memory, because I look at myself in the
mirror everyday, who would want to see a
Nood picture of a woman with one Bosom ,
one eye, and a stub.
I have decided to publish my story, because
with the rise of social media atrocities being
committed, every story can go a long way in
saving a life, so while you read, SHARE and
help someone back to the right path, these
internet predators are real.
source:naijapals

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