fikfaknuel:
MrsExplorer. A most wonderful job you're doing here. Thanks for lending a helping hand.

Please I need a cover for my story titled
'Murder Screamed Help'
It is an adventurous and detective story, with a bit of marriage issues coming in once every while. The actual 'murder' happened to a student of a secondary school.

"A loud banging noise inside our consciences, and yet, no raging tempest"

took a break to watch a movie series ''The magician''

sirdayve:
thanks so much. you seem to be vast. u a poet?

yup i am

timpaker:
Poets or writers you mean?

poets are writers

Mum died that night. Beautiful mum, she literally cried herself to death. The doctor had said she should take enough rest and avoid over thinking or worrying too much but ever since the incident of my rape, it was like her sleep was stolen from her. She hardly slept and was always crying, her blood pressure had risen to an unprecedented high, the doctor mention terms like systolic and diastolic and about how she is getting close to 180.

I use to follow her to the hospital. I hate hospitals. To me hospital beds are like a grave before the grave and going to the hospital for any reason whatsoever just shows how close we all are to the open arms and wide grin of death. I can never shake off that feeling, not after the death of our first born.

So here we are at the hospital, sitting in an office reeking with the smell of drugs. I know the perfume of death, its the bottled smell of hospitals. The doctor is smiling at us, unaware of the fact that we've had to wait for close to 3 hours before we could see him, he sits and speaks some gibberish i do not care to understand, but i hear words like 'sleep', 'don't worry too much', 'eat well and take your drugs' and then he scribbles some drugs for us to buy in that stupid ugly handwriting typical of doctors.

I'm okay with those words, that's all i need. In every of these appointments, mum would hold my hands and smile at the doctor and me like everything is alright even though it just keeps getting worst and the cost of the drugs keep rising in geometric progressions. We've since stop buying drugs, moving gradually to unorthodox medications, but in all these, mum would smile, despite the fakeness in the smile, i still love seeing them.

She stopped smiling the day she heard i was raped and then died the day she knew i won't be getting justice. Beautiful mum. I was too tired to cry but the guilt tore at me, my stomach felt empty and i writhed on my bed. I killed my mum, i thought to myself. If i wasn't raped maybe she'd still be alive. I heard people wailing outside, neighbours, they are always so good at crying when someone dies, the ones that constantly fight with you would be the highest wailers at the funeral ceremony but when they heard i was rapped they looked at me scornfully.

By afternoon family members had gathered, news spread fast but there is nothing that spreads faster than bad news. Uncle 1 to 3 were present, each of them avoiding me like a plague, i don't blame them either, they knew what they had done but non of them dared stood against uncle 4. I am grateful uncle 4 is not here, i don't know what i would do to him. They tried to console my father, ''be a man'' they say, like men aint supposed to mourn the death of a love one. The news is yet to reach my siblings, they are with a relative and they are just too young to understand the language of death.

I cry.



The waking keeping came and went without much event, the funeral too. Everybody cried and talked about how my mum was so sweet and nice. With time, the pain from the death of my mum was becoming bearable. I still hear screams but i'm sure i'll live. Everyone seem to be forgetting what had happened, my dad even visits uncle 4 once in a while. I heard he paid for the funeral rites. ''We are family'' Maybe i can really begin to forget, little did i know my life was about to take another tragic turn, but this time i'was prepared.

Abandon your spirit by the door
and let your fears swallow you whole.
Give the monsters what they want
before they eat all of your soul.




''We are family'' That was the first thing i heard as the family meeting started. The voice that spoke sounded almost happy as if the gathering was a kind of celebration. I looked at the face of the voice, my inside burning with venemous anger. There was tears in my eyes.

''We are family'' I repeated the sentence in my mind, again and again. ''We are family'' ''We are family'' I whispered very quietly, snickering, each word dropping out of my tongue like tiny monsters determined to choke me. My face contorted with a mixture of anger, pain, regret and the desire to just die.

I sat inbetween my mum and dad. I looked at my mum, her eyes were red, you could tell she had been crying, occassionally blowing off cartarrh from her nose with the end of her wrapper, the resulting noice less disgusting than the face of the voice who spoke first. They always say men don't cry but a second glance at my dad told me otherwise, he was sobbing, tears welled up in his eyes, too afraid to blink else the tears come pouring down, i look at my dad, shake my head and clutch my stomach.

In the middle of the room was a small table with a bottle of cheap wine. I wondered, who would want to drink wine in a meeting like this? Directly across me were two men sitting on white plastic chairs, lets call them Uncle 1 and Uncle 2. To my left, another two men,Uncle 3 and 4, well dressed than the first two, they were seated on the only comfortable chair in the room, standing behind them is a young man, 28 years old, the son of one of the men. I looked at him with anger, resisting the immense urge to haul the saliva i have gathered in my mouth at him.

Uncle one clears throat as if afraid to speak, he looks at dad, looks at me and began,

''well like he said, we are family, what has happened has happened and what we need to do now is to look for the way forward'' he stared at everybody in the room before sitting down.

''Yes, he is right'' Uncle 3 is speaking ''we are family and we all just have to protect the family name, we know what happened shouldn't have happened but everything is ordained by God to happen, the best thing is to forget the matter and move forward'' His voice was low, almost sweet even, makes me want to just snap that neck. I looked at myself and then stared at my mum, her crying had increased, her legs were shaking very rapidly like one with a flu. I hold her hand to comfort her but it didn't ease the pain. We were both broken.

''well, the only solution is to report the matter to the police and take the case to court'' My dad says, finally finding his voice.

''We would do no such thing'' Uncle 4 replied-the father of the young boy- with a bit of pride and total lack of shame, ''Remember'' he says ''Do not bite the hand that feeds you and vengeance is for God, by the way, do you realize what that would do to our family name?''

''Did you think of the family name when you and your son took turns raping me?'' I screamed, cutting him off and almost charging at him if not for the hand dad suddenly placed on my shoulder, pressing me to my seat. Mum is wailing now. Every mention of that word RAPE seem to want to drive her crazy.

Uncle 4 looks around then sits down. I stare at his son, (lets call him Charles) he averted my gaze and fidgets in his position. I sob, my sudden outburst drove the whole room into complete silence.

''we are family'' What kind of family rapes a 19 year old virgin lady and then tries to cover it up? I ask you, is there a way to ever recover from something like that? Being rapped and tossed between father and son like a sex gadget while your screams reverbrates round the wall hoping that somehow someone would magically materialize to save you, you've prayed to God, definitely an angel would come, but then that moment when your realize there is no one coming, you kick and scream and shout and bite, you scratch at the men, dipping your claw into their skin but nothing you do can stop them, the harder you try, the more they want to destroy your very essence.

At what point do you begin to give up? At what point do you stop struggling? I ask you, answer me! Is it after the first penetration, when the pain come tearing at you like you're being nailed to a cross or after the second and third and fourth penetration, or do you keep struggling and struggling until you are totally damaged? I was rapped by men who were meant to protect me. I hear their laugh every day and their moans and groans, i still feel their breath on my neck, and the sting of their slaps on my face, i hear my screams when i sleep, I remember how my dad looked at me with shame like it was my fault. Please, how am i supposed to cover that up?

Uncle 1 clears throat, ''everything that happened was a mistake, we are family and we can't let the family name be dragged into the mud. you are not the first lady to be raped and you won't be the last so lets not report this, we would settle this as family and would let the matter die''

I looked at my dad for support, nothing, he just shakes his head. I knew immediately there would be no reporting. Dad works in uncle 4's company, even though the pay is meagre, that is the only thing supporting us in the family. Uncle 4 had already indirecty threatened to sack him if he dared disobey the outcome of the meeting. My dad had no choice. I couldn't blame him. I had four siblings and mum is sick with HBP. I look at my mum. she looks into space as if in a trance, i squeeze her hand, she squeezes back and starts sobbing again.

''Ok, i would not report the case but on one condition'' Dad said.

''What condition?'' Uncle 4 replies, a sly grin now on his face. Dad looks at me before he spoke,

''You would pay for her education till she finishes her graduate programme considering she just got admission''

I want to protest but dad signaled to shut up.

''Well, that wasn't so hard, was it? I would pay for her school fees even if she wants to study in space as long she shuts up and leave the police out of this'' Uncle 4 says

They all burst out laughing, the terms were agreed, the meeting was favourable to everyone except me. Charles who have been quite all this while was smiling too. They shook hands and shouted the family name. Uncle 2 speaks an adage. I did not care to listen. It felt like i was removed from the room and only hearing them from a distance.

Charles walks up to me and stretched his hand for a hand shake. We were friends once but not anymore. I tense, looked straight into his eyes and hauled myself at him, we scrambled to the floor, almost falling over the bottle of wine on the table. I stamped my teeth on his neck and bite as hard as i could. I heard him scream but it was nothing compared to how i screamed, he's hurt and bleeding but it's nothing compared to my pain and the way i bled.

They pull us apart, everyone in shock. I open the bottle of wine and took one big long gulp, I slammed the bottle on the table and laughed.

''I'm coming for you''

My last words before i stormed out of the room, a damaged woman.



Abandon your spirit by the door
and let your fears swallow you whole.
Give the monsters what they want
before they eat all of your soul.

fikfaknuel:


Mrs Explorer...Do Book cover for me nah,abeg. For my new book 'Ajegunle'. I've mentioned you there.

I promise you'll love it.

I just kinda took a break but i promise, i'll do it

kazuna:


Reading ur work actually spurred me to this, beforehand.....I thought i was cut out only for horror.

Ok, Earth was destroyed 65 years ago and i was ferried along side a few survivors when I was barely 10. On Planet diab, We developed or rather inherited/modified a tech with the ability to transmit thought processes across great distances. Ofcourse, u can always block ur channel, make urself invisible just like outdated bluetooth radios of ur current time but all powerful Central Command (AIO) can easily scrammble any thought channel and/or eavesdrop on it....much like the Americans did with the Japanese Morse codes during WWII

oh, i get now. i'm just too dull for sci fi.

Try o, keep writing.

I don't do sci-fi but how about you give yourself a mission, you were able to locate the living beings in onitsha only to find out that a higher sentient being have them in captivity and all you have to do now is save them.

You mentioned that people in Planet Diab were infertile so if they were unable to give birth how is it that you are here in the now if the destruction happened 65 years ago. Or maybe its just dat you didn't grow old or you were a kid when it happened and you re just now 65+ old.

There are so many ways this your build up can go and i'm very sure you can do it. plus i love the sci-fi terms you are using so far..., Planet Diab, eirzon drive, aio.etc

Plus i don't seem to get ''my future thought listener'' and ''my future thought eavesdropper''

odimbannamdi:


I am usually very stingy with my comments, but i just gotta say this.

Your story was very great!! awesomely suspense-filled! I got a very fast brain, but i couldn't figure out what would happen next. You literally hanged us in the air! That is one commendable feature a story or movie should have (else we would never watch or read it to the end).

This story could very easily pass for a movie script. My eyes are on you now. Please keep writing so i can keep reading *smiles*

PS: Do not mind those people urging you to come up with updates quickly. Please take your time to churn great contents.

Thank you, i'm kind off a lazy writer and work better with pressure so i'll still thank those that spurred me to update. Please keep following. Thank you

punche:
Am speechless...... i love every bit of that piece. is this a real life story? Are you the victim?

The essence of a story is to make it look real...,so what do you think? a real life story or a fiction?

thank you all for your support and kind words. Another story coming up soon. Hoping for you guys wonderful support.

You also didn't state what the person would be writing on/about. what genre, industry, etc. Project work? thesis? research? nothing.

would the work be copyrighted to the original author or all rights would be transferred to you, these are things we need to know.

BiafraBushBoy:
I will be starting a write-up, based on a true life story. It is not fictitious or aimed at generating traffic, because I don’t have any blog. Therefore it all begins on this thread and ends on this thread! I am only using this as a means to express my writing skills and also to express something which is true. Keep the likes and the comments coming; it helps to keep the ink flowing… Aright!!

HERE WE GO!!!!
Just at the embassy, I was told to present a doctor’s report about his health status. Thinking I could just go and manipulate a test result anywhere, I smiled and was about leaving when I heard the voice of the consular saying thus “remember we have lists of recognized hospitals and doctors we trust so much. It is a shame you didn’t ask me”. I was shocked and managed to ask the consular if it made any difference? “Yes it makes!!” replied the consular. “Nigerians are quite a funny people; you should know what I mean. See you 10a.m next week Tuesday”. I started wondering how this could be done. My heartbeat increased in rapid succession. If anything made me wana pee on my pants, it is the fear of going for an H.I.V test. Just then I managed to get home into the hands of my happy dad. “How did it go?” “Where you granted the Visa?” questions upon questions kept coming. I managed to calm him down, and explained that it was remaining my doctor’s report before I could be granted visa to go for my schooling abroad. “Thank God all is done” said my father all beaming with a deep hearted smile. I found my way to my room, and lay on my bed, confused like someone who misplaced a salary cheque. Questions upon questions kept flooding my head. What if I come out positive, I asked myself. But I was always doing Medical tests in school before every semester exam my inner voice queried: just shut your trap!! Another voice objected, everyone knows how flawed the medical system of his university is. You take a test today and get the result tomorrow! Who does that??
I was as confused as voter who has to choose between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, who will make a better president. Just then, everywhere went blank!!!

You take a test today and get the result tomorrow! Who does that?? lol.. Dt line got me. and by the way i dont think American voters are confused as to who to choose between hillary or trump..., Good start

I am reading this,,, nice one.

Can you maybe break your updates into paragraphs for easy read.

Flaro:
Okay I just had to register so that I could comment... This story Is AMAZING..
Stephen King is looking for you my dear.
Kudos.

lol, nairaland is a great place to be and thanks. I hope Stephen King finds me o

Also, can a mod please help me mark the story as complete or how do i do if i can

thank you all for the comments and i really appreciate that you took your time to read my story, thank you

Ezerbullet:
MrsExplorer do u mind if I copy this tory to my facebook wall?

ehmmm, as long as you post the nairaland link of the story, no problem

FINAL CHAPTER

Caleb jerked in his sit, his penis hitting the side of my left thigh. I knew he was trying to tell me something but i was confused. He jerked again this time shaking his feet rapidly. I looked into his eyes, he looked into mine and then to his legs, darting back and forth between my eyes and his feet. I knew at once that the answer to what he was trying to tell me was at his feet.

I stopped grinding and did a 180 degree turn so that my back was directly facing him, while still sitting on his laps i bent down slowly and looked inbetween his two legs rubbing each foot with my hands. I found nothing. Linda didn't seem to care as long as i acted like i was actually doing what she wanted me to do. I took a glance at her, she was now sitting on the floor with the gun beside her, her legs spread apart like a fried turkey on thanksgiving day. She seem distracted, maybe she is taking a break from her pervasions but i knew i still had to be careful.

Caleb had said there was a way to get out of this mess and i intend to try. There is no way i would let myself die in the hands of this crazy woman.

I turned my neck and looked at Caleb, signaling to him that i found nothing. He started shaking his head and legs going into a kind of panic attack and then he started to sob, i placed my hands on his chest tenderly and tried to comfort him, wondering how he came to be in this postion or what Linda would have made him do. I searched again this time going more slowly, when i found nothing i decided to check his trousers which was now hanging loosely by his legs. I felt something cold, i prodded further and that was when i saw it.

Sitting in his pocket all this while might be the key to us leaving this hell hole, ''a small pocket knife''. I almost screamed in excitement, my fingers tingled, i blinked my eyes like a million time in disbelief. Immediately, i knew what i had to do.

I quickly placed the knife between Caleb's lap, stood up and started my strip dancing again, with more enthusiasm that i found even unbelievable to myself. I rocked my body, twisted and whinned my waist, flunging my hips sideways from felt to right. I brought my hands to my feet and stretched my ass towards Linda shaking my massive breasts as i did. I heard Linda clap..,

''Hahahah, Finally you are in the game'' She said.

If only she knew better. I had no business with Linda now, just Caleb. Maybe it's the adrenaline or the fact that i'm about to escape from this hole, my thighs began to feel really hot and my pelvic muscles tightened. I knelt down and crawled towards Caleb the way babies do when they start learning how to walk. When i got to him i grabbed his joystick with one hand and then used the other hand to pick the pen knife.

I rubbed his crotch more forcefully than i should, he didn't seem to bother, it was like he also knew we were close to escaping. As i moved my hand up and down his joystick, i used the other hand to gently cut the rope that held his leg to the chair, though i was very careful not to draw the attention of Linda and i still kept the rope in place like he was still tied. I also needed to cut of the ropes that tied his hands so i changed postion, i climbed ontop of him with my legs wraped around his waist(the lap dance postion) i planted my breats on his face so my hands could easily reach behind him and began cutting.

''You need to act like you are dead, passed out or something'' I whispered into his ear as i cut. He understood immediately and did as i said.

Though Caleb's hands and legs are now free, we still needed to find a way to disharm Linda and we surely couldn't unless there is a way to bring her close. If Caleb played dead, Linda would want to know what happened to him and the rest would be history. Caleb acted the dead part so well i was even begining to think he was actually dead.

''LINDA! LINDA!! LINDA!!!'' I screamed, ''I think Caleb is dead''

Linda didn't react at first but when i jumped off Caleb and began to weep uncontollably, she sprang to her feet, gun in hand and headed towards Caleb. I began to palpitate.

''what do you mean he is dead'' Linda asked and for the frist time i saw real fear in her eyes. ''what did you do to him?''

''I didn't do anything'' i said in between sobs ''I was only doing what you asked me to do and then i noticed he wasn't breathing again''


As she drew near to Caleb, she pointed the gun at me and directed me to move away from him, i did as i was told. Offcourse i'd play my part and its left for Caleb to do his. She called his name,

''Caleb!'' No answer. ''Caleb! Caleb!!'' No answer

My heart felt like it would bounce out of my chest, my stomach burnt as if on fire and for a moment i stopped crying. It was like time paused at that exact moment.

I think Linda began to really panic, she kept repeating

''Dieing was not part of the plan''
''Dieing was not part of the plan''
''Dieing was not part of the plan''

I looked at her with so much hatred and would have gone into an uncontrollable feat of laughter if not for my anticiaption for what would happen next.

Linda bent down to examine Caleb further and in that instant Caleb drove his Knee into her jaw with so much force i flinched upon impact. The kick sent Linda sprawling to the floor more shocked than hurt. The gun flying in another direction. I reached for the gun the instant it flew off her and had already grabbed it before she even had the time to recover.

Caleb reacted faster, pouncing on her with the agility of a wild beast. He rained punches on her till i had to beg him to stop. For the first time i heard Caleb speak,

''This woman should be hanged with a hook by her nipples and burnt alive'' he said in a very husky voice like he hasn't spoken for days.

''I know but you would not kill her, at least not yet'' i said.

Linda was still on the floor, her face covered in blood, she seem lifeless. Even though i finally have an edge i still felt a little pity for her. She was bleeding from her nose and her eyes were badly swollen. I directed Caleb to raise her up.

He pulled her by the hair and dragged her up, he positioned her directly in front and wraped his arm around her neck as if to choke her. I pointed the gun at her, a sinister smile playing on my face and directed her towards the door. I was just too shocked for words. All i wanted was to leave this hell and go home.

Just as we were about to reach the door, Linda started laughing, she laughed so hard i got totally confused and rattled. I looked at Caleb, he was confused too. I raised the gun higher and pointed it at Linda..,

''Why the hell are you laughing'' my voice betraying my courage.

she laughed still. No answer, just her mind rattling laugh.

I cracked the shot gun to threaten her further and her laugh just increased and at that moment Caleb started laughing too.

My stomach dropped, i moved an inch farther from the both of them and watched with immeasurable shock the brutal way my nightmare took a new dimension.

Caleb and Linda now held hands and kissed like newly married couples. I watched as they kissed for what must have felt like an eternity to me. I was too shocked to react or say anything. When they were done, they bursted out laughing again. I felt really weak but i still pointed the gun at them, that's my only hope now.

Caleb spoke first, ''So you actually believe you would escape this dungeon?''

''Do you have any idea where you are? No one has ever escaped from us'' he said while still laughing.

I finally found my voice and asked, ''But you were tied to that chair and tortured?''

''Oh that? It's just part of our routine'' Linda spoke this time.

''Everything we did was scripted since you walked into this room and you foolishly played along'' Caleb said. ''Linda has been trained to collect a little beating and lets just say torturing me is a sweet way to turn me on''

''and i love to watch two ladies fight, didn't you notice i had a hard on from that short fight? It was really nice to watch'' he continued.

I pinched myself, totally sure this was some kind of dream. Nothing happened.

''what about the pocket knife?'' i asked.

''Oh dear, it was planted in his pocket, also part of our routine'' Linda replied ''You think i would be dumb enough to leave you and him alone plotting how you are going to escape?''

''Though i must give you one thing, You really can give a good lap dance'' Caleb said. They kissed again.

I was sure if i listened to any of their ramblings much longer i would definitely go crazy. I raised the gun above my shoulder and pointed it at them.

''Well'' I said ''Then it would mean i'll just have to blast the both of you to hell'' trying so hard to sound brave.

They look shocked and started to beg, ''PLEASE! PLEASE!! PLEASE!!!'' they both screamed and started to walk towards me.

I move backwards as they drew closer, my hands on the trigger. All these would come to an end soon i thought and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!!!

Nothing happened. I squeezed again, nothing. I cracked the shot gun and squeezed, nothing. I cracked and i cracked, squeezed and squeezed, nothing.

I flung the gun at them, they dodged. My brain suddenly felt fuzzy, i staggered, fell to my knees and screamed, a heart wrenching scream, i screamed till i bled from my throat and for the first time since i ran away from home, i prayed to God.

''God please save me''

Linda and Caleb laughed and kissed. ''You didn't think we'd be dumb enough to leave a bullet inside, did you?''

I need not answer. I scratched the floor with my finger nails, pulled at my hair and rolled as much as i could, willing myself to just go crazy but i didn't, this torment is right infront of me and there is no escaping it.

I stood up and bounced on caleb but before i could reach him with my clumsy attack, he raised his right foot and BAM! A kick to my head.

I blacked out.

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I was running, i didn't see anything at first but i knew something was coming after me and i was running. I heard footsteps behind, i dared not look back, i staggered and fell but picked myself back up immediately. I was naked, the night was chilly, dark and misty, the birds seem to be singing in synchroization with my heartbeat. i couldn't see ahead but still i ran. I heard to. The footsteps behind me, its coming closer, i can hear its panting, its breathing, it spoke,I don't understand, the thing, its coming after me, it can't catch me, i won't let it. I ran, faster, but the faster i ran the slower i became. Its getting closer, my heartbeat. hard, fast, my legs are weak, i feel its breath on my neck, , i cringe but i had to run. I missed a step and fell, this time i saw it. Its a monster, the face of my dad, no eyes, no mouth, just darkness, tiny black butterflies are flying out of its mouth and eyes. Its my dad, no, its a monster. I scream, its on me, the butterflies, crawling on my skin, i see something like a tail trying to pierce into me, i scream, i cry, i kick at the monster, my dad, i kick, i kick, i kick....,


I was kicking when i woke up. Another terrible nightmare. I looked around and expected to see Linda or Caleb. No one. The room was clean. I looked at the bed, very comfortable. I see a beautifull wallpaper by the wall, It has red and white rose flowers. I stood up and walked around the room, it smelt nice and the A.C was on. I looked out the window and saw ''NICON LUXURY, Abuja'' I am confused, i looked at the mirror, there was still mark on my face and body so the Linda and Caleb ordeal was definitely not a dream but how am i here?

Someone knocks on the door, ''Room Service'' the voice said. I opened the door. He hands my a tray with a bottle of red wine tied with a ribbon, a small letter and the pocket knife i took from caleb's pocket.

I thank the man and close the door, i drop the bottle of wine on the bed, tear open the letter and read,



Hi Dear,

I want to believe you had a nice time at the hands of Caleb and Linda. Don't mind them, they can be very hard at times. Anyway hope they weren't too hard on you. you are safe now, they only did what i paid them to do, you went for a job and they were just doing their job.

Don't try to look for them, don't seek answers to anything, you would never find the answers you are looking for.

I only hope that now you'll stop being a social worker and do something else with your life. And by the way HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!


Your best friend.
Lucy.



It's been four years now and i'm yet to set my eyes on Lucy. I've searched and searched and found her not.

Please LUCY, if you are out there i just want to ask you one question, WHY?

BlindAngel:
Upon all the writers we have on nairaland, you are the most proud of them all @ mrsexplorer, you are so proud and full of your self.
Bibijay123, is the most humble of all nairaland writers.
PamelB is very humble and she is the most hardworking of all nairaland writers i have ever come accross.
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.
My observations.

wow, really don't know what to say. Anyway Bibijay123 is one writer i look up to.

and by being proud, i really don't know what you mean

boyo123:
good afternoon mrs explorer can u pls help me with this.

FATE AND FORTUNE
Dayo was determined to regain the trust and confidence of his dad after he was accused of not being worthy of inheriting his father’s accounting firm.

He needed help with his studies and had to break up with his beautiful but over emotional half cast girlfriend ‘lizzy’ when he became friends with a local but brilliant girl with tribal marks’ funmi’.

he developed a relationship with funmi after sometime and was happy he found her.

Unfortunately for him, he found out funmi was pregnant for him but that wasn’t really his problem, his main problem was that she was his cousin.
Written by
Busairi, uthman olalekan.

thank you

touche

lordseb:
Dude you're the bomb, where have you been all my life? I'm in need of one of your book covers for my book( its not actually a book its a fanfiction), the name is WAR OF CONQUEST by EMEJI GREAT, you can add some fancy words( preferably 'A Song Of Ice and Fire Fanfiction based on the Crusader Kings 2 mechanics', hope its not too long) so, thanks in advance

i would love to read, Can i get the link

Vicoch:
okay MrsExplorer, pls how about "How I Turned To A Smoking Addict" by Victor Oche Abbah

here

Milonis:



Anthology cover
Title: Eternal Twilight
Author: Miles

Snippet: poetry with a twist of flair

Kinda just experimented with this one...., If you don't like it, i could make another one for you

meetgaya:


Are d green men really up to 12 and why shehu shagari is not part of the team save Nigeria?

ehmmm, the letter didn't say why?

havennie:
MrsExplorer, wow, u are such a wonderful writer. I don't think i have ever been so captivated by an online story.
U are awesome. Kudos.

so sweet, thank you.

lol. Thank you for the comments

6

I clunged on to Caleb, tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to speak but i couldn't. Linda still maintained her distance. With a gun, she didn't have to come close, just point it at me and that's enough to make me do her biddings.

"Now that you know you are a lost hope, you would do your job" She said in a very calm voice.

I knew she was hurt, i could see her face was swollen, blood dripped from her cheeks and she moved with a limp, but she is the one with a gun not me. So i had to do as i was told.

''Blow him'' Linda shouted

I lifted my shaky hands and reached for Caleb's groin, to my surprise, it was erect. I didn't think much of it. I should have. I brought his erect penis out and began to stroke it with my hands. I curved my fingers into a small round circle, wrapped it around his penis and rubbed, making slow and upward movements.

I do not fully understand the anatomy of men but i'm sure even in the face of danger or death, a soft feminine hand rubbing your manhood is bound to make you begin to feel really hard. Caleb made sounds, with the gag in his mouth i couldn't tell if he liked it or it was just as disgusting to him as it was to him.

I kept stroking.

I heard Linda's voice "use your mouth" The excitement coming back into her voice.

I pulled off his trousers though not fully cos of the rope that tied his legs to the chair. I placed my head down on his lap and brought his penis to my mouth. It was horrible but having a guys penis in your mouth against your wish is nothing compared to two eyes of a gun pointed straight at you knowing fully well that any sudden mistake and you'll be gone for good.

I sucked, almost gagging. I cried and i sucked. I was shaking but i sucked. Linda, i'm sure was having a nice time as i heard her moans, i dared not look back to see what she was doing but your guess is as good as mine.

Suddenly a new plan came to my mind, what if i was able to communicate with Caleb, he could have an idea, something i should know. I stood up from my kneeling position and sat on his laps. I figured i would speak directly into his ears while giving him a lap dance. If linda is good at holding guns then i'm gud at lap dancing and i intend to use that to my advantage.

I began to grind on Caleb's groin, my thighs coming in contact with his erect penis, i flinched but i didnt care. I have done this before for money, i should be able to do it for survival. I kept grinding while drawing my mouth close to his ears, my bare breasts pressing against his chest.

''who are you?'' I whispered.

No answer.

"Are you really her husband?" I asked again

He shook his head, "NO"

I figured with his mouth gagged i can only ask yes or no question, should be easy, i've played that game severall times.

''where you kidnapped too like i was'' i continued while still grinding on him to avoid suspicion from Linda.

''YES'' his head shaking again.

So we are victims of Linda's pervert desires, i thought to myself.

"is there a way we can escape?"

''YES'' his head frantically nodding up and down as if he had been expecting me to ask that question.

I heard Linda's moan rise to a high pitch, i grinded, harder, faster, twisting and turning my waist like someone possessed, her moan grew loud and then silence. Orgasm? I don't know but i reached for caleb's ears,

"How?" I asked with a tiny ray of hope

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The title captivated me, plz dont be lyk oda nairaland writers dt are found of leaving story half way immediately dey av audience

dear, its not like we deliberately do it,,, blieve me there are so many things involved

1. The almighty writers block

2. the fact dt we are always insecure about our write ups and always seeking for validation

3. the fear of writing an update that dulls d story instead of making it more interesting

4. issues with phcn, data, laptop/phone , etc.

please bare with us

but anyway op come and continue

Mbeki:
Good write up! Please dont be coerced into dropping an update @Mrsexplorer. Most people dont understand what WRITERS BLOCK is! take your time to cook up the next dishes and drop at least 5 different episodes, it will make a better read then.

AS IN THE STORY DIRECTION: WHAT ABOUT THE HELLISH DEMON, LINDA LEAVING THE ROOM FOR SOME HOURS WITH YOU AND DANIEL ALONE, WHO WILL TELL YOU HIS OWN VERSION OF HOW HE ENDED IN LINDA'S DEN.

TO YOUR SHOCK YOU DISCOVERED THAT THERE ARE OTHER RUNS GIRLS LIKE YOU IN CAPTIVITY, ENTRAPED FROM HOME AND ABROAD. YOU ARE A VICTIM OF HIGH PROFILE PROSTITUTION RING. EITHER YOU AND DANIEL PLOTS HOW TO ESCAPE, OR YOU PLAN WITH YOUR FELLOW RUNS GIRLS!

[b]THAT I THINK WILL PROLONG THE STORY... [/


Keep writing baby! more flows to your writing skills!

really love that idea of Linda leaving the room,this just gave me a knew idea entirely,,,,,, which i wld be using.

thank you

i want to apologize for my late updates, trust me its not what i want.

Please next update and hopefully the final chapter would be by monday.

i would make an ebook for it and place a link for easy down loads. i realize dt scrolling through comments to read updates is kinda annoying...,

You guys should bare with me and please, keep the suggestions coming.