My husband always took great care of me. When I think about it, he appeared to be the sweetest man there was. However, I later realized he was never the man I thought he was.
From the moment we got married, my husband would prepare a red tea for me at nearly the same time every night. It was tasteless, unlike anything I have ever tried before. He would just say, “Honey, here’s your tea,” and I never questioned what it was, I would just drink it, and that was it.
However, over time, I realized that he never had one himself, which started feeling odd all of a sudden. I also noticed that every single night, before he would prepare that tea for me, he would quickly leave the house for a few minutes. When I asked where he was going, he was coming with a bunch of excuses, such as checking the car and similar stories.
One evening, after serving me, I asked, “How about yours? I’ve never seen you drink this tea.” He smiled. “I’ve already had mine. This one’s for you.”
I wanted to say something, but he leaned, kissed my forehead, and told me he loved me, so I didn’t say anything, yet I became more and more suspicious about that tea I was having every evening before going to bed.
That night, I didn’t feel like drinking the tea. He noticed, looked worried, joked a bit, and I still ended up drinking it.
The days kept going the same way, same tea, same cup, and he always went outside first.
One night, I wanted to know why, so when he said he was checking the car, I quietly followed him.
He walked to the backyard, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and knelt behind the shed.
My heart was beating fast as I leaned in to see what he was doing.
I could see him stretching his hand and taking something from someone and then putting it in his pocket. When he entered the house again, he went straight into the kitchen and started preparing the tea.
But I knew I wouldn’t be having one, not that night, not ever.
“Here, honey. Your usual tea, the one that keeps you glowing.”
I turned to him and said, “If it’s so good, then you have it.”
“Oh, come on. This one’s specially made for you,” he said.
“I don’t care, I’m not having that tonight, you drink that tea.”
He tried to convince me that he already had his, but I snapped. “Don’t think I’m that stupid. You are going to drink that tea and then you’ll tell me what it is made of.”
He became extremely anxious and started yelling at me while holding the cup of tea that at that point started changing colors, becoming more red than usual.
“What is in that cup? Tell me right away or I’ll leave.”
My husband started laughing hysterically. “Where will you go? You are an orphan, and you only have me. If it wasn’t for me, your life would still be miserable.”
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. I didn’t know who this man was any longer. What I knew was that he wasn’t the man I married.
At that point, someone tried to open the front door, and he started yelling, “Don’t come in! Don’t come in!”
Despite his yelling, the door opened, and there was an old woman standing there.
She looked at me and said, “Child… you must stop drinking what does not belong to you.” She then showed me a small red-stained pouch, and my husband panicked, shouting that he had paid her and followed her instructions.
The woman shook her head. “The blood tea is not meant to bind love, and your wife have drunk enough.”
My husband begged for more time, but her expression hardened. “That is not love but captivity.”
She touched his forehead, he screamed, and then collapsed. Before leaving, she told me simply, “Go. Leave this place tonight.”
I saw the dark red tea spilled on the floor, grabbed my keys, and walked out.
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