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One of them went out of the room and returned with a bucket of water. He bathed me with the water, making sure that my entire body got covered with water. As soon as the bathing ended, each of the men took out a whip from the bag at the corner of the room. I knew of these whips as only one name—'koboko'. I had once been flogged with something like this by one of my teachers in the community school I attended. The pain can be qualifed with only one word—excruciating. I remembered how loudly I had cried as the callous teacher beat me. Each stroke came with a stab of pains that rocked my entire body. I had prayed never to be subjected to such punishment again. But here I stood after only two years, facing a more terrible fate of koboko flagellation.

The men, too, went ahead to damp their whips by dipping them in the puddle on the floor. Then the flogging resumed. The pains I experienced is beyond description. I search for the right word to describe what I felt in that room, but I can't find. The men flogged me with brutal viciousness. I screamed like a soul tormented in Hell. My skin tore like rag as each heavy stroke landed on my soft body. No part of me was spared: my belly, torso, arms, legs, neck, chest, buttocks, back—especially my back. My whole body dripped with blood, and the floor soon became a mixture of water and blood. The men continued beating me with the grim determination to pivot me to the apex of painful terror. The beating became so excruciating that I couldn't scream out anymore. My damaged body got more damaged. My resolve, too, became damaged; I could no more beg, I could no more cry out, and I could stand no more upright either.

I felt unconsciousness looming over me, and I rejoiced at this. At least, with this approaching dark oblivion, I would feel no more pain. I gladly welcomed the unconsciousness. Soon, I could feel nothing anymore. I found myself in a realm of lost self. I had barely settled myself in this dark confinement of comfort when I suddenly discovered myself returned to reality. Another bucket of water had been splashed on me to wake me up. And, fortunately for me, the flogging stopped. The evil men untied me and I fell onto the puddle. I remained there for some time. I could hear the men laughing at me. I was lying there helplessly, unable to move a limb. I hoped the men would leave me alone. They should leave me here. I found myself praying for death. Dying would be a great relief. I believed killing me had to be the men's objectives for them to have unleashed such inhumane punishment on my body. They should indeed finish their task. I prayed they would end this terrible suffering. I wished one of them would pick the pistol with which I had shot Sanni, load another bullet into it and shoot me at the back of the head. They would be doing me a great favour by ending my life. I tried to speak out, to beg them to kill me, but my voice was too low to be heard by the men. I could barely hear myself.

I didn't know when I slept off there in the puddle.

I woke up on a bed in another room. I lay under a blanket but discovered my unclothedness under the sheet covering me. I found a man at the entrance. His pair of eyes stared at me from behind his covered face. His black clothes draped right from his head to his feet. None of his body showed. A pair of gloves covered his hands and another pair of socks shrouded his feet. A pair of black flat-soled sandals encased his covered feet. But one thing about the figure scared the paradise out of me. The figure carried a long gun in his hands, and his eyes, too, looked unkindly at me, as if I had once stolen something from him.

I felt very hungry, but too scared to tell the mean figure that I needed food. And as if the security officer read my mind, he went to a cupboard beside the door and presented me with a plate of Tuwo shinkafa and a stew. I attacked the food like a wolf, eating voraciously. I finished the food within five minutes and my eyes pleaded for more. The figure further offered me a basin of water with which to wash my hands, and a bottle of water to drink. This food, although not actually sustaining me enough, managed to curb my hunger. As soon as I was done with the meal, the figure extracted a mobile phone from his pocket as said into it: "He's awake."

I looked wide-eyed at the figure. My surprise knew no bounds. The figure—the figure watching over me—proved to be a female! I looked at the eyes again and saw the lined eyebrows and eyelashes. They were darkened with eye pencil. I became confused. Where had this person come from? What task had she been assigned? A woman armed with a gun? I had no logical explanation for what I had just witnessed. Then just five minutes later, a very tall man entered the room. The covered woman left as soon as the tall man entered the room. The man had an ugly scar under his left eye. He loomed as huge as his height. He sat beside me on the bed and looked straight into my eyes. I tried to look back; I believed I had started reaching that level of rationality that goes beyond fear. Nothing seemed scary to me anymore. I believed I had attained a level where pain could go no further. So, I would not allow myself to be intimidated by this man's stare. To hell with him! Let him go ahead and inflict punishment on me. What other punishment could match the terror I had already endured? He looked at me without smiling. I, too, didn't reward him with a grin either. We continued staring at each other for a few minutes until the man broke the silence by speaking to me in Hausa language.

"I welcome you to this community of liberation, Idris Abu. You are chosen for a divine purpose."

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Yes.

fiyah:
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It was a hectic day and it was her first time in Lagos Cliché. Rather use: The rigour of the long journey to Lagos had had its effect on her, a condition made worse by the fact that this was her first time of coming to this populated city. Toriola stepped down from the cab she boarded at the car park to the address James gave her She managed to disembark from the bus she had boarded from the car-park; she was heading to the address James had given to her prior her departure. She doesn't have much stuffs to unload She had only a few belongings to take out of the vehicle, and somehow, she found herself thanking her stars as she offloaded her things from the car. If she had left with more than the loads she carried, the stress of her journey might have tripled. fortunately, she had only a black luggage that contained some of her clothes and some documents. Apart from the luggage, she also had a polythene bag that housed only the few pairs of shoes she had.

After getting her stuffs down from the trunk of the car she paid the driver the agreed pay Passive expression. She paid the driver the negotiated amount as soon as she had all her loads off the booth of the car..

'HelloKindly insert a comma here' The driver of the cab called back as she had her back turned in an attempt to carry her load The driver called as she was about to leave with her loads.

'You forgot your phoneKindly insert a comma here' He said Kindly insert a comma here handing her a black iphone iPhone which Tori was quite sure wasn't hers but her response was caught between coughing out the dust left behind by the cab.

Great.

Her first time in Lagos has had to be with a phone belonging to God-knows-who in a God-knows-where part of the city. That being one of the least worries she has the least of her worries, Tori tried calling James once again Kindly insert a comma here murmuring a silent prayer as she did.

Her heart had raced a mile when she tried calling his number this evening and her call got disconnected each time. It wasn't like she knows knew anyone else here Kindly insert a comma here so where the hell was she supposed to stay the night spend the night, considering the fact that it was already past her bedtime?

With a frustrated sigh which followed the beep sound she heard to signal a disconnected call, Toriola paced in panic and restlessness. She had heard so much about this place regarding serial killers, robbers and serial rapists too Kindly delete the word.

She was freaking out Kindly insert a semicolon here thinking about all the terrible things that could happen to her if she stayed another minute on this lonely street. She noticed there wasn't even an insect passing through and the narrow road was surrounded by tall trees, shrubs and grasses.

Anything could be lurking behind those tress. She looked around checking if anyone was coming and somehow she was glad no one was coming but at the same time she was frightened she was alone Too verbose. Kindly rephrase.

It was like she was alone in the whole word world and that made her shiver in fear. She could feel goosebumps form on her arms.

The number one thing she needs to do is flush negative thoughts out of her mind The first thing she needed to do was get rid of the negative thoughts circling her mind. Still pacing, she thought about seeing Richard again. It would be quite nice. If she should recall vividly, it had been almost a year since she last saw him Kindly insert a full stop here

Then returning her pacing to the other side of the road, she saw a shadow coming l[i]oom[/i] towards her. It was the shadow of an hefty man with quite an a height and the strides he was taking was were quite amazing. It was as though it was thrice an average person's stride three times the strides of an average person.

Taking a few steps backwards backward, Tori dialed dialled James James' number but she got the beeping sound. Just when she was trying his number once again, she felt a fat palm on her shoulder and her eyes went wide with fright. She closed her eyes almost immediately.

'Please don't kill me... Replace with either a semicolon or a comma I have no money but you can take my stuffs belongings.'

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Stay blessed.

Oloniyan:
I love that Man! Kenny Rogers.

Btw hope you can still remember Marioking

Its been a while LS

Kenny Roger is my number 1 country musician.

Are you Marioking?

Redeemite:
NT BLACK MARIA AGAIN BT BLACK _BASKET.LOLZ

darkid1:
Larry Larry,my role model. I just love the way your mind works

Thank you, sir.

Redeemite:
HMM D STORY IS GTTING MORE ND MORE INTERESTIN.KIP IT CHARLE

I am Charle.

Oloniyan:
Reminds me of Kenny Rogers' song THE GAMBLER

He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
You gotta learn to play it right

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep"

Does it ring a bell

Yes, I know the song.

efjaysharon:
Larry come and continue oh

Continued.

Redeemite:
O MY GOOD GOD'SINCE I WAS BORN,I HAVE NEVER READ A STORY LIKE THIS.. . . .I CANT BELIEVE THAT AM CRYING....OH! MAY GOD GIVE EVERYBODY D GRACE TO BEAR WATEVER SITUATION THEY AND THEIR FAMILY ARE PASSING TRU RIGHT NW,AND THE GRACE TO ENDURE TILL THE LORD WIL CUM TO ALL OUR RESCUE IN JESUS NAME AMEN.OH! WAT A STORY.ONE LOVE TO MY DEAREST AND BELOVED WIFE (TEJIRI)

Lol! Using my thread to show romance. Nice one, sir.

SmartestPopQUEEN:
Well, well, well. Here comes Larry again... (can I call yhu a GENIUS?.... Sure, thats what yhu are.. Pls ride on Like [size=30pt] KWARAPTION [/size] in our country.... Weldone Larrymoon...

Thanks dear.

lumzybo:
Look who is back... larrysun.

I won't welcome u yet, @least not until when ur updates are regular

U won't blame me 4 saying so, wuld u?

Lol! Am I welcome now?

jisenga:
Started this story yesterday, it is indeed a masterpiece.

Thanks.

Redeemite:
LOTS OF BREAKS AND SUSPENSE.KIMO LARRY.........

Breaks?

STEVE1996:
wow...read frm 0-47 interesting..op abeg continue d story

Continued.

Redeemite:
DEM SY NA WETIN PERSON SABI NA E TEK BETA PASS E NEIGHBOUR OOO.LARRY I PRAY FOR MORE UNDERSTANDING FROM GOD TO ENABLE YOU WRITE MORE THAN THIS ONE IN JESUS NAME AMEN

Amen.

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OladeleJohn:
Egbon Larry can I come to spend a week at your place so I can just listen to the whole story. Bros I dey beg... You are doing a great job brother God bless you

LOL! Thank you, sir.

Redeemite:
LARRY WAT HAPPENED TO UR PAGE 5.CNT VIEW IT

There's nothing wrong with it. I can view it here.

viktohmarkz:
larryson pls come and update nau

I updated this morning.

dabywhite:
a very interesting start, hw can read the remains

Go to the next two pages.

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Nmeri17:
^^^ can you all just shirt the fork up and stop sperming my followed topicks with your lousy tantrums

Updated, sir.

ozil01:
mehn dese story dope like crazy ....waiting for larry since like forever...oga larry biko update now...it have ova tayyed oo ...love ur story man u're really good in wat u're doing...Thumbs up bro

Updated.

horlawharley:
I command every evil spirit holding larrysun now to disappear.oya,Larrysun you are free to update now.
Nice job up there.you are the bless

I've been released.

JeffreyJamez:
I thought this story was over by now

To be candid, it hasn't started.

iamloyalty:
Gud write up but i wish you could write without the intimacy part. And please mention me for next update.

I've updated, ma'am.

nkemdave:
Where is the magnificient writer?
I miss you alot and your write-ups.
Please come and give joy to my weary mind with ur blissful writeup.

I'm back, sir.

shegs2009:
Waiting 4 Larry to come tell us he has eaten a snake

A snake?