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Chapter Twelve

Damien sat on the floor in his dark cell with the stench of urine from the bucket at the corner oozing in his nose. He was thinking about all the events that led to him being in the Taliban camp. 'If only I had minded my own business and not lusted after a beautiful lady', he thought, 'I might have still been in my house.' He also thought about his mum and his siblings, how worried they would be. The thought made him determine in his heart that he must survive the ordeal no matter what.

'How am I supposed to escape from this place?', he wondered.

He knew that two armed guards were posted outside his cell, besides the cell was close to the edge of the forest. 'There's no where to run to', he thought.

'Or are there paths out of the forest?', he wondered.

He had not studied any map of the forest, but he slightly understood the topography of the area. It was fairly standard.

He began imagining possible scenarios and obstacles in the forest and how he was going to overcome them.

The voices of the guards posted outside his cell could not make Damien concentrate his thoughts as much as he wanted to. He always favored serene environments when brainstorming like he was trying to do at that moment.

The guards were discussing and they had loud voices that penetrated even the thick walls of the cell.

Damien was listening to them, trying to understand what they were saying, but he realized that they were speaking a dialect he had never heard in his life.

He just ignored them and tried to think of possible ways of escape. All the ways he thought of resulted in one thing - death.

The guards outside were engaged in a heated argument. Damien wondered what they were arguing about because the noise was beginning to disturb him.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the footsteps of two different persons walking towards the cell and he heard one of them convey an instruction to them. Some seconds later, he heard several footsteps walk away from the cell.

He quickly got up and went towards the iron door. He placed his ear on the door, trying to listen for sound outside the cell, but it was all quiet. It was obvious the men had left and he was unguarded. 'But where could they have gone to?', he wondered.

He still remained in that position for several minutes, but there was still no sound coming from outside the cell.

He tried ramming the door severally, but it was to no avail. The door was heavily bolted and could only be opened from outside.

He just sat behind the door and waited. After what seemed to Damien like hours, but in reality just a few minutes, he had already begun drifting into sleep when he heard a voice. He thought he was dreaming about it, but when he opened his eyes, he heard the voice again. This time, clearer than the first.

'Salam alaikum', the voice called out. Damien was quiet. No one responded outside either. Damien tried deciphering who the voice belonged to. 'Salam alaikum', the voice called out again. Still no one responded. This time around though, the voice said some words that Damien didn't understand, but one word that stood out was 'Abinchi'. 'Food', Damien thought.

Damien got up and knocked on the iron door, thrice. He waited. Everywhere was silent. He listened for sounds outside the cell and didn't hear any footsteps receding, so definitely the person was still standing there. 'Please open this door', Damien thought silently.

After several seconds, Damien heard a sound outside the cell. He heard the sound of a tray being gently placed on the floor.

He smiled inwardly. Suddenly, he heard the sound of bolts of the iron door coming off. Some seconds later the door was thrown open and a young man walked in with a tray with food on it.

Damien was standing behind the door. Some rays of light shone in through the door. The young man didn't see Damien, so he dropped the tray quietly.

The man was about turning around when Damien swiftly came behind him and encircled his arm around his neck, with the man's trachea at the crook of his elbow. His left hand then grasped his own upper right arm, gradually choking the man. The man thrashed and bucked, but Damien did not relent. He held on.

After several seconds, the man was still. Damien set him on the floor and checked for his pulse. He felt it faintly. The man was not dead. He quickly took off the man's attire together with his turban and put it on. He tied the man's hands and legs with his clothes and gagged him.

After positioning the turban properly around his head, he opened the door, walked out of the cell and bolted it back.

He looked around and noticed that there were no guards around. He didn't wait around to find out where they were as he took the nearest path into the forest....

T.B.C

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Nice work

Damien is always smart but this time around no turning back for Coker's daughter....



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well done boss, well done.... luv d twist in d story.... like I said b4

I love damiens courage but I pray he won't get caught in btw nice story uve got. Kip it up

Old soldier neva die, ride on bro!

I pray he is able to escape this time

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Dioxidane:
Chapter Twelve

Damien sat on the floor in his dark cell with the stench of urine from the bucket at the corner oozing in his nose. He was thinking about all the events that led to him being in the Taliban camp. 'If only I had minded my own business and not lusted after a beautiful lady', he thought, 'I might have still been in my house.' He also thought about his mum and his siblings, how worried they would be. The thought made him determine in his heart that he must survive the ordeal no matter what.

'How am I supposed to escape from this place?', he wondered.

He knew that two armed guards were posted outside his cell, besides the cell was close to the edge of the forest. 'There's no where to run to', he thought.

'Or are there paths out of the forest?', he wondered.

He had not studied any map of the forest, but he slightly understood the topography of the area. It was fairly standard.

He began imagining possible scenarios and obstacles in the forest and how he was going to overcome them.

The voices of the guards posted outside his cell could not make Damien concentrate his thoughts as much as he wanted to. He always favored serene environments when brainstorming like he was trying to do at that moment.

The guards were discussing and they had loud voices that penetrated even the thick walls of the cell.

Damien was listening to them, trying to understand what they were saying, but he realized that they were speaking a dialect he had never heard in his life.

He just ignored them and tried to think of possible ways of escape. All the ways he thought of resulted in one thing - death.

The guards outside were engaged in a heated argument. Damien wondered what they were arguing about because the noise was beginning to disturb him.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the footsteps of two different persons walking towards the cell and he heard one of them convey an instruction to them. Some seconds later, he heard several footsteps walk away from the cell.

He quickly got up and went towards the iron door. He placed his ear on the door, trying to listen for sound outside the cell, but it was all quiet. It was obvious the men had left and he was unguarded. 'But where could they have gone to?', he wondered.

He still remained in that position for several minutes, but there was still no sound coming from outside the cell.

He tried ramming the door severally, but it was to no avail. The door was heavily bolted and could only be opened from outside.

He just sat behind the door and waited. After what seemed to Damien like hours, but in reality just a few minutes, he had already begun drifting into sleep when he heard a voice. He thought he was dreaming about it, but when he opened his eyes, he heard the voice again. This time, clearer than the first.

'Salam alaikum', the voice called out. Damien was quiet. No one responded outside either. Damien tried deciphering who the voice belonged to. 'Salam alaikum', the voice called out again. Still no one responded. This time around though, the voice said some words that Damien didn't understand, but one word that stood out was 'Abinchi'. 'Food', Damien thought.

Damien got up and knocked on the iron door, thrice. He waited. Everywhere was silent. He listened for sounds outside the cell and didn't hear any footsteps receding, so definitely the person was still standing there. 'Please open this door', Damien thought silently.

After several seconds, Damien heard a sound outside the cell. He heard the sound of a tray being gently placed on the floor.

He smiled inwardly. Suddenly, he heard the sound of bolts of the iron door coming off. Some seconds later the door was thrown open and a young man walked in with a tray with food on it.

Damien was standing behind the door. Some rays of light shone in through the door. The young man didn't see Damien, so he dropped the tray quietly.

The man was about turning around when Damien swiftly came behind him and encircled his arm around his neck, with the man's trachea at the crook of his elbow. His left hand then grasped his own upper right arm, gradually choking the man. The man thrashed and bucked, but Damien did not relent. He held on.

After several seconds, the man was still. Damien set him on the floor and checked for his pulse. He felt it faintly. The man was not dead. He quickly took off the man's attire together with his turban and put it on. He tied the man's hands and legs with his clothes and gagged him.

After positioning the turban properly around his head, he opened the door, walked out of the cell and bolted it back.

He looked around and noticed that there were no guards around. He didn't wait around to find out where they were as he took the nearest path into the forest....

T.B.C

P.S: Ladies, guys, your 'comments', 'likes' or 'shares' are highly appreciated...

I absolutely hate this story. I think of it a little too much and I absolutely hate that I have to wait for updates
The most annoying part is that I'm enjoying it too much to ignore it.
Nice one bro, you write really well

this is what I call seasonal film ....nice one bro

Contd.

He looked around and noticed that there were no guards around. He didn't wait around to find out where they were as he took the nearest path into the forest.

Damien avoided the already established footpaths he saw. He kept to the trees. He was walking swiftly, stumping on shrubs and grasses as quietly as he could, without knowing exactly where he was going to. He wasn't worried about wild animals, because he knew they would have been scared away a long time ago. He had ophidiophobia, but that was the least of his worries. He just didn't want anyone to find him no matter what.

Damien had walked deep into the forest for several minutes without any headway. The sun was gradually setting but some rays of sunlight still penetrated through the trees.

He had walked a considerable distance away from the clearing, when he felt a sharp object poking at his side. He stopped and dug his hand into the dress of the man he incapacitated and he found a small knife.

He felt the tip and found that it was very sharp. He looked ahead and saw two trees. They were about ten meters in front of him. He looked at the knife and hefted it. In one swift move, he took an aim at one of the trees and flung the knife. About two seconds later, the knife struck the tree he aimed for and it's tip stuck to it. Damien smiled inwardly. 'I guess I still have it in me', he thought.

He walked towards the tree, drew the knife out and looked at it. He wished he had a better weapon, but the knife would have to do for now.

He continued his walk deep into the forest, but after a while, he stopped in his tracks and crouched immediately. He heard something.

He looked around and found nothing, but he had a strong feeling there was danger lurking around. 'Where am I even going to?', he wondered.

He decided he needed a plan. But what plan? He had no idea. He just decided he would make up things as he went along.

He was about continuing when a thought occurred to him. He had no idea how vast the forest was. He had no food supplies with him. He had no good weapons either to ward off any danger. He had no idea how long it would take him to get out of the forest, if he would ever get out of it. Besides it was already getting dark. He concluded it was a futile endeavor.

Funmi. His heart went out to her. He wondered how she must be feeling now. He couldn't just leave her at the mercy of the terrorists. He couldn't trust that they wouldn't harm her, that's if they've not already done so. 'But when I saw her earlier, she wasn't doing too bad', he thought. He wished he could see her and talk to her and hold her and... The thoughts trailed off.

Mustapha. The undercover police officer. 'He mentioned there was a rescue plan', he thought. He knew he needed to talk with Mustapha. But how he was going to go about it, he had no idea.

He took some time to rearrange the turban on his head, covering part of his face with it. He looked down at his attire and realized that he now looked like one of the terrorists. 'Perfect disguise', he thought.

Damien began tracing his way back to the camp. It was already dark. He was having difficulty finding his way back and doing so soundlessly.

Lights were already put on in the camp. He was seeing glimmers of it far into the distance. He had already lost his way one too many times, but he focused on the light far ahead of him to guide him back.

He had gotten closer to the clearing than he was several minutes past when he suddenly froze in his tracks and crouched immediately. He heard a loud siren blaring in the distance. He wasn't imagining it this time around. It was real.

'What is happening?', he wondered. He knew the only time a siren would be blown at this time could be if something was amiss. 'Perhaps they've found out I escaped', he thought, 'I have to be more careful.'

He was still crouching, with a shrub covering him, trying to think about getting into the camp without being detected when he saw a man quietly walk past him.

He was shocked! He was sure the man didn't see him. He couldn't detect the man's facial feature either. He looked behind and realized there was no one following the man. He was alone. 'It's now or never', he thought.

He got up abruptly and dashed at the man, placing the blade of the knife in his hand over the man's throat. The man acted like he expected it, jabbing Damien with his right elbow. Damien felt it and he staggered back a little bit.

He didn't relent. He dabbed forward with the blade pointed at the man, but the man dodged. Damien had already missed his target which was the man's throat, but he recoiled, hitting the man heavily at the back of his head with his elbow.

The man cursed. He turned around facing Damien. Damien was facing him now, still with the knife in his hand. The man was about lunging forward when he stopped suddenly. 'Damien??', he whispered.

Damien was astonished!

T.B.C

P.S: As usual, guys, ladies, lemme know what you think...

Nice one bro.. The update is short though.

Nice writeup @dioxidane

WHIZKIDEFE:
Nice one bro.. The update is short though.

Thanks bro... I'm fatigued. I'm trying to see if it would be possible to drop updates everyday, that's why I didn't want to keep it till it was longer... Apologies.

zimoni:
Welcome back online Bawse.
Still, I follow.

Thanks bros...

Winterc8:
I absolutely hate this story. I think of it a little too much and I absolutely hate that I have to wait for updates
The most annoying part is that I'm enjoying it too much to ignore it.
Nice one bro, you write really well

LolzzZ... Thanks.

saxwizard:
this is what I call seasonal film ....nice one bro

Boss... I sight you...

tunde1200:
weldon bro...

willyboss:
Nice writeup @dioxidane

YoungestMuller:
First Porn-free story am reading on NL nd it really make sense...

Thanks guys et al, iAppreciate...

Sharp guy @ Damien


This is really enchanting!!


Well done Dioxidane.

You too good guy. I like how I feel reading your story. Pls more update o.

Update fast abeg, I dey feel you...

Taliban group in trouble
damien nd mustapha wil go bak to rescue funmi and the hostages and i see them ganging up to fight the taliban group including funmi

Patiently waiting for updates my brother. I'm so much in love with your workpiece. Blowing my kisses to you.

anticipating the nxt update

stellytwinkle:
Patiently waiting for updates my brother. I'm so much in love with your workpiece. Blowing my kisses to you.

Noooo. I am impatiently waiting for the rest of the story.

Nice one bro....
D union of damien and mustapha is a catastrophy in d camp of taliban

bi0nics have you read this?