SpyAC:
Please don't stop this abeg

SpyAC:
Please with all honesty continue it

Vidamia:
they have strong intelligent on you before you are kidnapped

YoungBruzzy:
Fantastic story line you've got here man..
Kudos to you..




Ann2012
PrudySara
Make the two of you come over here oooo

YoungBruzzy:
Fantastic story line you've got here man..
Kudos to you..




Ann2012
PrudySara
Make the two of you come over here oooo

9jabox:
Chapter Two

While the rest of my fellow inmates were struggling to use the toilet, I found a corner bunk in the room and rested my head on a small blanket in the bed and before I knew it, I slept off.

Did I tell you I was the only well dressed person amongst the whole seventeen of us? Well, yes, I was. The rest were either thugs or almajiris. Their clothes looked dirty and their bodies smelled awful.

I can’t quite tell how long I’d been asleep before the heavy bang on the door woke me. Two smartly dressed armed men walked into the room and asked me to follow them. I wanted to protest at first, but, what choice did I have? I got out of bed and followed them. I was led through the corridor we followed earlier housing the cells on both sides until we got to the staircase that led upstairs. I was expecting it’d lead to the hall where I saw the airplane earlier. But, rather, it led to a corridor of some sort; 6mtrs in diameter and almost 100mtrs long. There were many doors on both sides along the corridor with armed soldiers guarding each of them. We walked until we came close to the end of the corridor, the soldier standing in front of one of the doors to the right swung it open and I was asked to go inside. I reluctantly entered like a sheep heading for the slaughter.

I’ve been taking orders from these men like a little boy since I became their captive, something I hated so much in my normal life; taking orders. I had no choice. You can’t argue with the man with a gun my dad used to tell me. He served in the military and even fought in the Civil war on the Federal side. He’d tell stories about how deadly a gun is. How a little boy with a gun can tame many old men with slings and cutlasses. Seeing these guns up close and remembering those stories, I had no choice but to be in my best behavior.
I walked into the room and behold, it was an exquisitely furnished little room with a king-size bed, a bedside fridge, a television with cable network, an air conditioner and a bathroom. There was also an intercom which I was told is connected to the kitchen on which I could order whatever I wanted to eat and I’d be served.
I couldn’t believe it. I was asked to feel at home and get as much sleep as I desired before the sultan sees me. The SULTAN?! “Who’s that?” I asked. The friendlier of the two soldiers that escorted me smiled and told me to relax as I’d find out soon. They walked out, the door was shut and I was all alone in the room.

I took a good look at every nook and cranny of the room to be sure all was well. To be sure that there wasn’t any trap and I wasn’t being watched. Everything looked good and OK. No traps. NOTHING.
The rapid twist of events kept my mind racing. I just couldn’t understand what was going on. Just yesterday, I was a 400 level student of the University of Maiduguri, department of electrical and electronics engineering and then got kidnapped in the most bizarre manner, suffered unusual discomfort in two long cruel journeys, slept in a crammed room and now transferred into a cozy room with five star facilities with the freedom to choose my meals….. What’s really going on? All these events in under 24hrs got me really, really confused.


Nice one..I need more of this

Ann2012:
Now you've met the Sultan....what next?

Well done OP