SHE SUCKED HIS MANHOOD FOR MONEY AND HER LIFE CHANGED

Episode 1

Amanda cried painfully, like someone who had lost everything in life. Her voice did not just shake the walls; it pierced them. It echoed through the long, cold corridors of the hospital, crawling under chairs, slapping against windows, and stopping every heartbeat in the building.

The nurses at the front desk froze, their pens falling from their hands. A mother breastfeeding her baby in the waiting area paused, her eyes wide with silent fear. Even the ticking wall clock seemed to hold its breath. Amanda's scream wasn't ordinary. It came from a place so deep, so broken, that it made people think the world was about to end.

Doctors came running. One dropped his stethoscope. Another whispered to a colleague, "Is she dying?"

But it wasn't her body that was giving up. It was something else. Something invisible. Her eyes were wide open, but they were looking at something no one else could see. Her hands clutched her chest, her legs kicked wildly, and her mouth opened again, but this time, no sound came out. Only silence—heavy, haunting silence.

One doctor stood by her bed, sweating. His lips trembled as he muttered, "I have never seen this type of medical condition before." Something terrible had entered Amanda's life, something beyond medicine.

Episode 2

Three months earlier, Amanda had always been the girl who refused to be swallowed by her environment. She grew up in Makoko, the floating slum of Lagos, where life was hard, the water carried disease, and dreams often drowned before they could walk. But Amanda dared to dream of a university degree. It was a dream she fed by climbing rooftops to sell water sachets, by laying bricks with men twice her size, and by chasing buses barefoot at Ojuelegba to sell snacks to angry passengers stuck in traffic.

“I go go school,” she used to tell herself, her chest rising with defiance. “Even if na death remain, I go still try.”

She was born in a shack that tilted when the wind breathed too hard. Her mother sold dried fish from a canoe; her father left when she was three. School was never a plan. Eating was. Yet, Amanda worked like her life depended on it, because it did. She taught herself English by reading torn pages of old newspapers and skipped meals to save for a future she could barely imagine.

One day, while helping lift cement bags at a local construction site, a sleek black Jeep rolled up. The window slid down, revealing a man whose belly spilled slightly over his Gucci belt. He wore dark shades even though the sky was gray. His voice was soft, but it cut through the noise like a blade.

He asked her, "Can I know your name, pretty lady?"

Episode 3

Amanda hesitated. "Amanda."

The man smiled. "You have the spirit of a lion. I like hardworking ladies like you who are very focused and determined."

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling both intrigued and wary. Her life had taught her to be cautious. "Thanks," she said, adjusting the sack of cement on her shoulder. "But I don't need any favors. I'm fine doing things my way."

The man laughed softly. He took off his sunglasses, revealing sharp, calculating eyes. "I didn't say anything about favors," he replied. "But opportunities? Now that's something different. You've got drive, Amanda. Ever thought about putting that energy into something bigger than this?"

She didn’t answer right away. "I don't need to be saved," she said finally, her voice steady.

His smile widened. "No one's asking you to be saved. I'm offering you a chance to move beyond this place. Something bigger. Think about it. Studying abroad, a better life. You've earned it."

Her suspicion was clear. "Why me?"

"I see potential in you, Amanda," he said, his expression now unreadable. "You've got fire in your eyes. I want to help you get where you belong."

The offer felt too good to be true. Was this a way out, or just another illusion? "I'll think about it," she said, her voice resolute. "But I don't trust people just because they show up in shiny cars."

He nodded. "Fair enough. Here's my card." He handed her a sleek business card with shimmering gold letters. As he turned to leave, he called over his shoulder, "Remember, Amanda, opportunity only knocks once. Don't keep it waiting too long."

Episode 4

For days, the weight of the man’s offer pressed down on her. The glimmer of hope he offered felt both impossibly distant and tantalizingly close. The promise of something more gnawed at her as she went about her grueling daily routine. The dust, the struggle, the stench of the water—it was all she had ever known, and the business card in her pocket felt like a key to another universe.

Finally, with a sigh of resignation that felt like both defeat and victory, Amanda picked up her phone and dialed the number. She held her breath as it rang.

"Hello, Amanda," Victor Ashford’s smooth, reassuring voice came through the line. "I hope you're considering what we discussed. Opportunity only knocks once, Amanda. Think about the future you could have."

The call was brief but powerful. His appeal to her ambition struck a deep chord, and the first threads of trust began to weave between them. Though she remained cautious, the chance to escape her suffocating world was too strong to ignore. Victor set up a meeting to finalize the scholarship and discuss the next steps for her studies abroad. Amanda knew this was her chance, but a knot of doubt remained in her stomach.

She agreed to meet him the next day, telling herself she wasn't some naive girl, yet knowing this meeting could seal her fate.

Episode 5

The meeting took place in a luxurious café, a world of polished wood and soft lighting so far removed from Makoko that Amanda felt like an intruder. Victor Ashford was already seated, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. A self-made billionaire in his early forties, he was the epitome of confidence and control, with calculating eyes that seemed to assess everyone around him.

"I've arranged everything for you, Amanda," Victor said, his voice a persuasive promise. "The scholarship, the visa, your accommodation, and tuition. It's all been taken care of. The only thing left for you to do is accept."

He spoke of a future where her drive would be rewarded with an education in the United States, a world far from the poverty she knew. Then, he leaned forward, his tone shifting. "I see potential in you, Amanda. But you must understand that nothing is free. In return, I expect your loyalty and dedication. The same drive that brought you this far is what will propel you into a world where success is the only thing that matters."

Her heart raced. It was everything she's ever wanted. Yet, her instincts screamed. There was an underlying pressure in his words, a quiet expectation that felt dangerous. His presence was overpowering.

"The future is yours for the taking," he said softly. "All you have to do is choose."

Amanda took a deep breath, the weight of her entire life pressing in on her. "I'll do it," she said, her voice firm, though uncertainty still clawed at her heart. "I'll go."

Victor smiled again, his cold, calculating eyes never leaving her face. "Good. This is just the beginning, Amanda. You've made the right choice."

Episode 6

Within a week, Amanda was on a plane. She arrived in the US and was taken to a sleek, modern apartment with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The space was furnished with art and furniture that screamed wealth. The contrast to the cramped, dusty shack she had left behind was staggering. This was her dream, but what was the cost?

Victor called that evening. "I trust you've settled in well," he said, his voice warm but edged with authority. "We'll be attending a few events tomorrow. I've already introduced you to some key people who can open doors for you. I expect you to be present. You'll need to start building your network."

The request felt more like an order. The next few weeks passed in a blur of luxury parties and elegant gatherings. Amanda was thrust into a world of powerful politicians and billionaires who offered hollow smiles and handshake deals. At first, she felt out of place, but she gradually learned to fit in.

Victor was always there, a shadow guiding her, introducing her, and subtly reinforcing her dependency on him. The conversations were always transactional, and Amanda felt her value was being measured by how well she fit into the circles Victor moved in. She was no longer just a hardworking girl from Makoko; she was becoming a piece in his game, and the unease was growing into a quiet dread.

Episode 7

As weeks turned into months, Victor's influence became more suffocating. His calls grew more frequent, his tone more familiar, almost possessive. His check-ins felt less like mentorship and more like control. He wanted to know where she was at all times, who she was talking to. Amanda sensed the expectations piling on her, and a part of her resented how easily he had woven himself into every aspect of her new life.

He began pushing her to attend more private events, gatherings where the focus was less on her academic potential and more on her image. The first event that made her skin crawl was a private dinner at a high-end restaurant with several prominent businessmen. The men eyed her up and down, their gazes assessing her value beyond her intellect. Their smiles were faint and insincere.

Victor, ever the charmer, introduced her with a flourish, as if presenting another one of his prized assets. Amanda smiled and played her role, but with every word, she felt a piece of herself chipping away. The promise of a better future now felt like a gilded cage, and she wondered how long she could keep pretending this life was what she truly wanted. The constant pressure to perform was becoming unbearable.

Episode 8

After months of this relentless pressure, Amanda reached a breaking point. The ambition that had driven her for so long was crumbling under the weight of Victor's demands. The fear of being sent back to Nigeria, of losing everything she had worked for, was a constant, terrifying thought. She had told herself she wouldn't cave, that she would never compromise her integrity. But now, isolated and exhausted, she wasn't sure she had a choice.

The life she was building felt like a façade, one that Victor could shatter with a single word. Her independence was a distant memory, replaced by the crushing guilt of needing something from him she did not want to give.

One night, after a particularly grueling event where Victor’s expectations were made clearer than ever, he called. His voice was soft, but the demand was unmistakable. He wanted to see her. Not at a public dinner, but alone.

She resisted, but he was persuasive, reminding her of all he had done and all she stood to lose. The fear of failure, of returning to the floating slum as a disgrace, finally broke her. With a heavy heart and a mind swirling with dread, she agreed to meet Victor in his hotel room, knowing that everything was about to change forever.

Episode 9

The moment Amanda left the hotel room, the guilt hit her like a physical blow. She had compromised her values for survival, and she felt like a different person. Her body no longer felt like her own. It had become a tool for someone else's gain. She tried to dismiss the regret, telling herself it was a necessary step, but a deep sickness began to simmer beneath the surface.

Soon after, the physical symptoms began. A sudden, crushing fatigue. Sharp pains in her stomach. Headaches that wouldn't go away. She blamed it on stress, but she knew it was something more. Her health worsened. Her stomach, once flat and strong from years of hard labor, began to swell painfully.

The doctors in the US had no answers. Desperate, Amanda returned to Nigeria, hoping for a cure, but her return felt like a failure. The hospitals there were just as baffled. No treatment worked; the pain only intensified.

Days blurred into weeks as her health completely deteriorated. The world she had dreamed of was now a distant, unreachable nightmare. Her nights were filled with visions of Victor, his promises now twisted and sinister. The illness was not just physical; her body had become the battleground for her guilt.

Lying in a Nigerian hospital bed, her body failing, her spirit broken, she could no longer hold it in. All the pain, the fear, the shame, and