(Page 2 down 10 to go)...its getting interesting...more mb to ur sub dioxidane

3 down 9 to go...mask men...hmmn... i hope ntin bad happens

Damine fu*k up, he 4 nor cum back...whu fummi help...anyway 4 down 8 to go...happy birthday cherrybrown...y didnt u wait till july 17th so dat we could celebrate it 2geda...bt u sturbonly came out 16th...
#stur-burn-girl

Nice work.

But clarify this.....

Dioxidane:
Chapter Six
'We are in a lorry', she said in a weak voice. 'A lorry?', he asked with a quizzical expression on his face. She nodded.
Damien looked around him and he finally understood the setup. He braced himself and tried ramming the wall with his weight, but it was sturdy and it held. The cavity in between the wooden wall and the wall of the lorry absorbed the sound. It was a no-brainer.

Dioxidane:
Chapter Seven
Suddenly, Striker, the Leader and the Lady got
out. Damien clearly heard their doors open, like
he was with them outside. Their doors slammed
with enormously loud metallic clangs in the
stillness. He heard them come around to the back
of the trailer. He could hear the sound of the keys
swinging gently as it was slid into the lock. The
lock clicked back, the handle turned and the door
swung open.

Cos he could have heard this too and scream for help

Dioxidane:

He went to the back of the trailer and reluctantly
unlocked it. One of the police officers threw open
the two doors and looked inside. He looked up at
the contents of the cargo and saw what looked
like bean chaff stacked in bails up to the top of
the trailer. He looked carefully, but it didn't look
like anything was hidden behind.

Jaglieski:
Okay, holidays are over....M back
Dioxidane well done....
*Searches for iceberylin*

Calm down my own go soon finish.....



Searches for ggrin

I cum here, I not c update; I cumot..



*edited*

I zoom u Dioxidane

yungeez:
Damine fu*k up, he 4 nor cum back...whu fummi help...anyway 4 down 8 to go...happy birthday cherrybrown...y didnt u wait till july 17th so dat we could celebrate it 2geda...bt u sturbonly came out 16th...
#stur-burn-girl

Hahahaha thanks dear

ggrin:
mbah dear where af u been



*searches for kingtom*

Hehe... me don miss u ooooo.....
Show me love na

That stuff

ggrin:

Thanks... buh u knw waitn I dh yarn na

OP.where are you now?

Dioxidane welldone!

@ dioxidane, u created an interesting story dat is captivating nd full of suspense, u now run away.
Hmmm dioxidane.
Pls cm and continue ooo.

Olofintoto:
@ dioxidane, u created an interesting story dat is captivating nd full of suspense, u now run away.
Hmmm dioxidane.
Pls cm and continue ooo.

abi oo

endowednicky:
OP.where are you now?

My dear! Am tired of waiting. @Op you might loose fans if you don't come and update.

He's coming

Op will update real soon.

OMG.......... OP, where are u b4 I commit suicide ooo. this tori sweet pass sugar candy.
















pls and pls update

Chapter Nine

Funmi sat on the mat in the middle of the dark room where she was placed. She was thinking of everything and nothing in particular. She was so tired as the ordeal had taken a toll on her. She wondered when rescue would come, if it would ever come.

She turned her face towards the iron door, trying to look through the spaces in the door. She realized that everywhere was still dark, so it wasn't morning yet. She tried to think of Damien when she suddenly heard some footsteps creeping silently towards the door. The footsteps stopped outside the door and two voices began whispering in a language she didn't understand.

Her heart was thumping. She shifted to the end of the wall and shut her legs tightly together as she sat up. She then placed her arms around her leg.

The men continued whispering and it sounded like they were arguing among themselves. Funmi just continued staring at the door, hoping and praying that no one would come through it.

After what seemed like eternity, Funmi heard keys jingling in the keyhole and the door was pushed open.

Two men walked in. She couldn't see their faces clearly, but they didn't look like the men that had brought them to the prison or even the man that had brought her food. Both of them wore ragged looking kaftans and oddly placed turbans.

They stood towering over her, and she just continued staring at them. Scared as hell. Both of them exchanged glances and began speaking their language, which she didn't understand.

One of them nodded at the other and went in front of Funmi and dragged her legs forward. The second went behind her and pinned her to the ground.

She tried screaming, but she realized that she couldn't hear her voice.

She was stamping her feet at the one at the front, but he pegged her legs with his huge legs and was struggling with the zip of her jean. He had difficulties unzipping it, so he tried pulling off the jean without unzipping. That was more difficult. He went back to struggling with the zip and his accomplice was getting frustrated holding down Funmi. He began shouting abuses at the other one.

Funmi still continued screaming, but she couldn't still hear herself. She sounded like she was in a void.

The two men began exchanging words, and it appeared they agreed on swapping positions, because immediately they finished talking, the one struggling with the zip quickly got up and replaced the one who was holding her down.

The one who was holding her down came to her front and was about going down to try her unzipping her when she gave him a kick on his balls. He screamed and staggered back. She bent her neck and bit the one that was holding her down on the back of his right palm.

He screamed and tried dragging his palm away from her teeth, but she didn't let go. He continued dragging, but she still wouldn't let go. He was screaming in pain.

His left hand fumbled around in his pocket and he brought out a dagger. He raised it and stabbed Funmi in her chest. She screamed and her teeth immediately let go of his palm. This time around, she heard her scream...

Happy holidays ladies, guys...

samopeyemi:
Nice work.

But clarify this.....


Cos he could have heard this too and scream for help

I was trying to describe something like a big 'boxlike' room in a trailer. If the edges are stuffed, it would absorb some sound, especially if the environment is noisy (like the road, from the sound of other vehicles). But when he got to the forest, it was super quiet. The 'sound absorbing' quality of the set up had been drastically minimized.

I still stand to be corrected though...

Errhhmm, what else again? Make I check first, I dey come...

Awww,OP,more efforts please!!!!thanks

Chisos

endowednicky:
Awww,OP,more efforts please!!!!thanks

crushin on u tho

nickcarter:
crushin on u tho

thanks........

endowednicky:
Awww,OP,more efforts please!!!!thanks

LolzzZ... Don't understand. That I should write more or improve? Which?

Dioxidane:


LolzzZ... Don't understand. That I should write more or improve? Which?

more update,and faster............the suspense is too long!!!

endowednicky:
more update,and faster............the suspense is too long!!!

Lol... Yes ma! I dey come...

now that is a twist to the story ... nice work OP ... wasn't expecting this but you totally killed it.....
. take your time , write your scripts ,and give us an interesting continuation

Contd.

This time around, she heard herself scream. Immediately she sat up and opened her eyes. She looked around and the two men were gone. She touched her chest and felt where she was stabbed. There was nothing there. She felt her entire body and saw that nothing was amiss but for the fact that she was sweating profusely. She tried listening for sounds outside the iron door, but she heard nothing. She turned her face towards the iron door, trying to look through the spaces in the door. She saw that everywhere was still dark, so it wasn't morning yet.

She bundled herself in a bear hug and laid down back. 'So I had been dreaming', she thought, 'thank god it was just a dream'. She tried going back to sleep, but she couldn't. She just kept stirring and turning at every sound while waiting for dawn to break.

Several yards away, Mustapha and the two young men had just completed setting up the VTU in a makeshift tent. They had spent all night trying to fix a damaged component in the unit, and they finally succeeded. They were still doing some preliminary testing when Al-Zawari walked in with two of his lieutenants.

Mustapha and the two other men shuffled and stood at attention before him.

'Is it ready?', Al-Zawari asked with his gaze directly at Mustapha. 'Yes sir, we just began testing it now.' Mustapha replied.

'What have you been doing all night?!', Al-Zawari screamed at him. The two men beside Mustapha had already began fidgeting.

'A component got bad, and I was fixing it', Mustapha calmly replied.

Al-Zawari glanced at the setup and asked, 'And it's ready to broadcast now?'

'We are still carrying out the testing', Mustapha replied.

Al-Zawari paced around the equipment for awhile and finally concentrated his gaze on Mustapha.

'Make sure it is ready before 0700hrs', he said and he stumped out of the tent, with his lieutenants walking out after him.

More than an hour later, the doors to Damien's prison was opened and he squinted his eyes as he saw two men walk in.

'Tashi!', one of the men screamed at him. Damien remembered that 'Tashi' meant 'stand', and he stood. The too men came beside him and one of them threw a hood over his face.

They held his hands while walking him out of the prison. After walking for several minutes, they got to the tent.

When they got inside, one of them stamped the back of his knee which made him go down. 'Aahhh', he screamed in pain. 'Damien!', Funmi called out. She was kneeling beside him. Hearing her voice alone was a soothing relief to him. 'How are you holding up?' he asked her. 'Just there', she replied.

'Ku ishuru!' Al-Zawari screamed. Damien had forgotten what it meant, but it sounded like it was directed at them, and so he stopped talking.

He heard Al-Zawari issue a command in hausa and one of his lieutenants took off the hood covering their faces.

Damien looked around and realized they were in front of a video recorder held in place by a tripod stand. He saw the man who identified himself to him to be an undercover agent in the police force operating the device. 'What was his name again? Mohammed? Mustapha?', he thought. He saw Al-Zawari beside him looking at the video monitor. There were about five other men in different positions in the room holding menacing looking weapons.

He didn't notice the man standing behind him, but when he saw Al-Zawari give a nod towards them, he looked back and saw a man wearing military camouflages with a turban around his face with only his eyes visible. He was holding what looked like a sword. But this didn't look like an ordinary sword. It was curved, and it looked like a two-edged sword. It's steel looked well sharpened. Damien was scared. 'So this is the end', he thought.

Funmi followed Damien's gaze, but when she saw the man, she didn't betray any emotion. She had given up hope. She was prepared for whatever the outcome would be...

Dioxidane:


LolzzZ... Don't understand. That I should write more or improve? Which?

my question exactly


Keep it comin, bro

Thanks for those updates...........




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