I just decided to write a short story (needs it for some thing). It won't be more than three updates. I want to know people's opinions about this story, before i edit and use it for its purpose...

Please, don't plagiarise this story, it clearly has a purpose. Thanks, guys.

Flashes show the unbearable suffering those around him were going through. He could feel the pain too, but just couldn’t comprehend what exactly was happening around him. What exactly was happening here? Where was he? And what exactly was going on?
Everyone was in pain, and crying heavily. They were begging for mercy, gnashing their teeth in utmost pain. Though the flashes, he could see the fire burning everyone, including him. Still he couldn’t feel the pain. This place was so horrible like a pit of hell. Huh, could he really be in hell?
The flashes turned down to show the earlier events.
I rushed to wash my face as I was quite late for the occasion. How could I have slept for so long? It was unlike me. I knew the reason, anyway. I had to sleep after Sarah left. That Calabar girl took a lot of energy out of me. I knew I should bath, but the time was quite unfriendly to me at the moment. Washing of face, and not bathing wasn’t new to someone as lazy as me. Alas, I still looked good.
Had my usual dress on, and looked through the mirror. Oh, the Standout Guys are dead. As the leader of my group, it was time to let them know the stuff we were made of. It was almost evening, and no doubt, I was late. Anyway, I drafted out of the room to the street.
As I got outside, it was now a game of choice. Should I go to the park and wait till the bus is filled with passengers or just take ‘Sole’ as my Yoruba guys called it? As I was thinking, my wristwatch beeped, telling me the hour has passed. The wristwatch has just decided for me.
I rushed into the almost passengers filled ‘Sole’ and sat majestically like a King. Oh, I was having my jacket on top of my main dress, so noone was scared of me. I had wanted to pull off the jacket to show the idiot man that just stepped on my feet, but I controlled my temper. He couldn’t even say sorry. He was lucky I had other things to attend to.
Within minutes, our bus was moving. I was still looking at the man in contempt but he didn’t seem to notice me. He was busy with his phone. I watched until he slept off, his phone in his hand. Wow, this is the best revenge ever, I thought. I was going to steal his phone and alight from the bus.
I wanted to make sure that noone was looking at me. I checked the people beside us, they were sleeping too. I smiled happily. I could carry on my mission. Wait, what did I just say? The people beside us were sleeping too? As this thought struck my mind, I became curious. I looked at everyone in the bus. To my surprise, only the driver and his conductor were awake.
What could be happening here? I called the conductor to let him know about what I found out. He was quite surprised. Not because of those sleeping, but because I wasn’t. He snapped his towel on my face. And off, I was gone too.

I woke up to find myself unclothed. A man having a wrapper by his waist was pointing to me. His body was drenching of blood. But the leader shook his head in disagreement. He pointed to a lady beside me instead. The two men standing dragged her outside. She begged them, crying heavily, but they wouldn’t listen.
As they took her outside, the room was filled with more cries of agony. There was initially no shouts, due to fear of the evil men. I had just found myself in a ritual den.
I was done for. How did this happen to me? I cried my heart out. Were this people ever going to show mercy? What would they do with the woman?
At regular intervals, these men took one person at a time. There was more blood on them each time. That alone, scared me more.
What happened to the security of the state? How were we taken away from the notice of people around into a devilish place here? Was this how I was going to die? In a ritual den?
Different thoughts were still on my mind, as I felt a touch of the evil man of before on my shoulder again. I didn’t even notice when he and the other man came in. I didn’t even notice the sudden silence in the room.
Why was this man always pointing at me first, before the leader would disagree and point to another person? But it seemed I wouldn’t be so fortunate as I had been earlier.
The leader stared at me more this time. I was facing down, but I wanted to look up to beg for mercy. I didn’t. I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing or not, I just hoped the leader disagrees this time too. But he didn’t.
The two men took me to another room. The room was designed with all kinds of devilish acts, or so I thought. I was made to kneel. The man that pointed at me, smiled as like he just had a mission accomplished. He wrapped my cloth with a red cover cloth.
The other man took the cutlass and was about to behead me, but the man collected it from him. Maybe I had been thinking about these all wrong. Maybe this man was being cold to me, so he could help me escape. Why would he collect the cutlass to behead me when his mate could do it? Maybe he wanted to strike the man with the cutlass and then facilitate my escape.
Anyway, he was delaying his action. The wasted time made me to wonder why I didn’t scream. Was I ready to die? Nope, I wasn’t ready. I was having the false hope that maybe if I was calm, I would be released. In fact, I was dead scared. I was sweating profusely, and uncontrollably. I started praying heavily with my heart to God to save me.
I knew I had sin a lot. I was a rogue man back in campus, if you know what I mean. Taking people’s life this way had been my way. How come I was so scared when I was to face same ordeal. I begin to reminisce the number of lives I had taken. This must had been how scared they were. But I never showed mercy. I cried my heart out. I had raped a lot of women for fun, and I never felt remorseful. How come I felt like this at the point of death?
I am someone’s child, someone’s brother, someone’s lover, someone’s friend. I was about to be beheaded, and I was so scared. I had killed children, brothers, sisters, lovers and friends for fun, and I never felt remorseful. It was at the point of death, that I knew the implications of all I had done.
He raised his cutlass up and off, my head was gone.

… last update soon.

He raised his cutlass up and off, my head was gone. Sorry, what did I just say? That was a mistake. Definitely, a head was gone, but not mine. It was that of the other man. And also you’re wrong, it wasn’t his mate with cutlass that cut his head.
A group of vigilantes had just stormed the place. I can’t really placed how we were located, but we’ve just being saved. The evil man was beaten blue-black, and made to kneel down.
Everyone in captivity was saved. Everyone was happy, and jubilating in so much happiness. I couldn’t jubilate even though I was a bit relieved. I couldn’t help the series of tears running down my cheek.
I had just being given another chance. God had just granted me that. I had been saved. As I saw the face of my supposed killer, I became angry. I felt so irritated, and I couldn’t control my temper.
Addiction. Yeah, addiction, sometimes can be positive. But most times, it’s toxic. I continued to look at the man in disgust. Actually, I wasn’t sure I know what I did. But I’ll tell you, exactly as I was told.
I took a cutlass out of the recovered weapons on the floor and I hacked the evil man into pieces. So, I was told.
Before my eyes were cleared, I was in shackles.
Now he remembered the events prior to where he was. He had been hacked down with a cutlass by his friend’s son. He had wanted the young man dead in time, in fear that he recognized him. When in fact, the young man never knew who he was. So, he was dead. And judging by his environment, he’s definitely in the pit of hell.
So it’s real. He could now feel the pain of his body burning in the fire. He immediately joined the company of those suffering, crying and begging for a second chance. The pain was too much.

#SayNoToCultism
#SayNoToRitualism
#SayNoToHomicide

THE END.

wow!!!!!! I Luv ds!!
wot a touching story

Enny2013:
wow!!!!!! I Luv ds!! wot a touching story

thanks sis

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pacifust058:
Nice one silver

thanks boss