We stood there in awkward silence for a moment until she forced a smile and said,
“Relax, babe. Tonight will be ours… just us.”
A chill ran through my spine.
But I smiled weakly, and we went to sit in the parlor.
That night, something strange happened.
As we prepared for bed, I watched her place candles, red ones in a circle around the bed.
She was mumbling something under her breath—words I couldn’t understand.
I stepped forward to ask what she was doing, but she pushed me out of the room.
“Babe, relax! You’re always in a hurry. Let me set the mood—I’ve got this,” she said playfully.
But there was something in her tone that didn’t feel right.
A part of me screamed that this was a ritual—
But I silenced that voice, telling myself she was just trying to make our first night together special.
—
Finally, it was time.
She invited me back in.
As I climbed onto the bed, ready to make love to my wife for the first time since our wedding…
Something happened.
A cold breeze swept through the room—chilling, unnatural.
Suddenly, I lost every bit of desire.
Just like that, my body shut down.
We tried everything—touch, whispers, even teasing—but nothing worked.
My manhood refused to rise.
It had never happened before.
And that was how our long-awaited first night… ended in silence and shame.
The next morning, I expected her to come lie beside me again.
But she didn’t.
She avoided the room like a plague.
Weeks turned into months.
And ever since that night, something has been wrong with me.
I couldn’t perform. At all.
Even when I tried watching adult movies—nothing.
No reaction.
No feeling.
It was like… my body had died from the waist down.
What made it worse was my wife.
Unlike before, she began begging—pressuring me to sleep with her.
But I couldn’t.
I went for medical tests. Everything came back normal.
I knew something wasn’t right.
One night, we tried again.
I kissed her gently… and she pushed me off immediately.
She wanted intimacy—but refused my kiss?
It didn’t make sense.
I let it go, but the next morning, I woke up in pain.
Serious pain.
My entire body felt like I had fought a war.
I couldn’t even stand straight, let alone go to work.
On my way to the bathroom to take a bath, I froze at the sight of the mirror.
There was a strange mark on my chest.
A tattoo-like write-up, written in what looked like ancient handwriting.
It wasn’t English…
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