I’ve always struggled around women—awkward, unsure, invisible. Late one night, desperate for a change, I stumbled upon an obscure website claiming an ancient ritual could unlock guaranteed romantic success. It sounded absurd, but I was willing to try anything. That night, I lit candles around my bed and recited the Latin phrase as instructed.
In my dreams, she came—stunning, magnetic, and deeply familiar. The connection felt so real, every touch and whisper vivid. I woke up shaken but thrilled. The next day, Clara, a distant coworker, suddenly warmed to me. By evening, we were in her apartment, mirroring the dream exactly.
Curious, I repeated the ritual. Another dream, another enchanting woman—this time with red hair. The next day, I met Elena, her real-life reflection. We connected instantly. Night after night, I dreamed of different women—each unique—and the following days brought them into my life.
But one night, something changed. My dream lover stared into my soul and asked if I wanted to be hers forever. Lost in desire, I said yes. Everything shifted. Her beauty twisted into horror—hooves, horns, coarse skin. I was frozen, unable to wake.
When I finally did, I found strange marks on my body—proof that terrified me. I turned to a priest, Father Miguel, who offered prayers and guidance. For a while, the dreams stopped.
But peace didn’t last. One night, she returned—dark, demonic, and furious. “You are mine,” she hissed. I woke up gasping, knowing I’d made a deal I couldn’t undo.
Now, I live in fear, haunted by what I summoned. What started as a search for confidence turned into a curse I can’t escape. The line between dream and reality has shattered—and I may never wake from this nightmare.
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