EPISODE 2
I didn't want to upsê t him. So I gave in.
I told myself, "It's just a few minutes of s*x. I can clean up afterwards."
But what started as just "a few minutes" during my period turned into something strange… something terrifying.
Each time Jude and I made out while I was menstruating, the bedspread would end up soaked in my own bl0d.
Somehow, I always felt terrible afterwards,like something wasn't right. But I couldn't stop.
My biggest fê@r was Jude getting upset with me. I didn't want that.
Ever since we started dating back in my 200 level in university, my life had changed for good.
The feeling of being dropped off on campus in a flashy car…
The pride of sitting in the front seat beside Jude, looking at other girls as though they were beneath me…
The constant pampering, the shopping, the expensive gifts.
I felt like a queen.
Though my mother had warned me countless times to stay away from Jude, I refused to listen. She couldn't be the one to kill my joy.
And as for my broke friends? The ones I used to hang out with? They all faded away, unable to keep up with my new standard.
After one of our usual s*x, we were about to clean up when Jude stopped me.
He insisted he would wash me himself.
"What kind of love is this?" I blushed, feeling shy but flattered.
He led me into the bathroom. I wanted to sit on the WC, but Jude told me to sit on a bathing bucket instead.
Then he poured water over me, washing the blood off gently,into the bucket.
Cūrious, I asked why he was collecting the bl0dy water.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry… I'll flush it myself."
I didn't think too much of it at first.
I mean, Jude had always been the caring type… or so I thought.
But then it became a routine.
Each time I visited him during my peri0d, he'd insist on washing me.
He'd always make sure to collect the water filled with my bl0d—every single time.
And he'd never let me flush it.
He'd take the bucket himself… step outside quietly… and return minutes later, smiling as though nothing happened.
I should have known something was wrong.
But I was too blinded by the lifestyle…
Too afraid of losing him…
Too addicted to the feeling of being "better than the rest."
Then… the nightmares began.
Every night, I'd wake up in co....
TO BE CONTINUED....