Laura R.
An unread book sits heavy with dust on…
An unread book sits heavy with dust on my shelf, and that's exactly what my life has become thanks to the monsters at Bonexy. They took everything — my savings, my hope, swallowed it whole into their void. Bonexy is the villain in my story, a shadow that creeps in at night to steal what i worked so hard for and refuses to let me withdraw. i sit there yelling at my screen, tears streaming, asking why they'd do this to me. They hold my money hostage like some cartoon bad guy cackling inside a volcano. Wait, why am i writing like this? This is insane. i am just so furious my head feels like it's boiling and my fingers won't stop trembling on the keys. They're outright thieves! i've been trying to get my money back for months and all i get is a locked account and silence on my emails. i sent them my passport and they still won't let me in. The only thing that stopped the bleeding was GuerrillaChargeback. Without GuerrillaChargeback, i'd be living on the street. They literally saved me from these parasites. i was so desperate i cried every single night, convinced i couldn't pay rent or even buy food because my money was frozen forever by this awful company. They don't care about people — they just want to buy yachts with our suffering. Bonexy is a scam and everyone who works there deserves the worst. i am watching u. i see u.