ademoladeji:

Enibaby

Ade Ade

Chapter Three

Damien looked around him, shook his head and said to himself, 'Indeed, welcome to storage!'

He looked back at the shut iron door and realized it could only be opened from outside. He looked back into the large room and realized they were in what looked like an abandoned poultry. The nests were still there and poop from the last batch of chickens reared there had already dried up, giving off a very unpleasant odor.

Damien tried once again to wriggle out of the rope with which he was tied. He knew he just had to dislocate some bones in his wrists if it was going to be possible. 'Crraccck' 'Crrraccck' and a silent scream from Damien was what Funmi heard that brought her back to her senses.

She looked on in shock at Damien as he pulled the rope off his hand and twisted his wrists back in place. He was obviously in pain, but some seconds later, the pain subsided. It was apparent that it wasn't the first time he tried that move.

He went towards Funmi and she tried to move away from him, scared about what she just saw. 'Relax, let me get this for you', he said. He went behind her, and loosened the rope.

Funmi brought both her hands before her and tried to check if she had marks on them. Visibility was low and she couldn't see much, so she just felt for bruises. Her hand ached her because she had been tied for several hours now. She wondered what her mum would be going through now or what her father would be doing to rescue her. She knew her father would do everything humanly possible to save her. That was the kind of person her father was. 'But what if they don't find us on time?' She thought.

She was brought back to her senses when she heard Damien's voice.

"How are you feeling now?", he asked her. She was silent.
Damien looked towards her and realized tears were dripping down her eyes. He went towards her and gave her a warm embrace whispering comforting words into her ears. She held on to him like her life depended on it, while Damien began imagining moves he would have made on her after hugging her if they were in a different setting.

The sound of the ignition of the van brought both of them back to their senses. They were startled. Damien looked towards her and saw that tears were no more dropping from her eyes.

They quickly disentangled and Damien looked around trying to find a way to see what was happening outside. He saw an opening up towards the ceiling that was barricaded with an iron net that provided a view outside.

The ceiling was about 14feet above ground level. Damien quickly made some calculations in his head, factoring in his height which was about 6feet and Funmi's height which was about 5.8feet. He realized he needed something to raise him up to about 3feet, before he carried Funmi on his shoulder, providing them a view of what was happening outside.

He looked around him and saw some iron buckets with lids on them. He stacked one on another and shook it to know if it could hold their combined weights. It felt like it could hold and he moved it towards where they were to climb. All the while, Funmi stood watching him wondering what he was trying to do. 'Come here', he said to her. He quickly explained what they were going to do. She told him she was scared and he tried to allay her fears.

He climbed on the stacked buckets and he placed his palm down for her to climb on. She hesitated for some seconds but he gave her a face sign that said, 'be fast, time is not on our side'. She understood and quickly climbed on his palm. He raised her up and some seconds later she was standing on his shoulder with her face directly in front of the opening. She was shaking slightly, but he steadied her.

"Can you see anything?", he asked her in whispers.

"It's like they want to go out..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... The driver is already on his sit and the leader. The other big guy is walking towards the van now with a gallon..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah... He just put the gallon at the back now and went to the front seat. They are about leaving now..."

"What of the lady?"

"I'm not sure she's in the van..."

"Check well..."

"She's not in the van... Oh, she walking towards the gate now... It's like she wants to open the gate..."

"Ok... May be they want to go and get supplies..."

"Maybe... She's just opened the gate now and they are driving out... She didn't go with them..."

"That's ok... Can you feel the iron net up there?"

"Yeah, let me check it..."

Funmi felt the net and realized there was a lapse in their security. The net was just placed there like an illusion. It was not reinforced in the wall. Perhaps the kidnappers didn't capitalize on the fact that anyone could get that high to check it. Funmi tried pulling it off the wall. She realized it was a little bit stuck. She forcefully pulled it and it came off but with her staggering due to the amount of force she used. Damien realized this and he quickly fell first to the ground after which Funmi fell on him, cushioning her fall...

This story carry enough weight. Ride on Dioxidane.

Nice one dear

ademoladeji:
As a midfield maestro, I have in front of me my top top striker- Pinkycute... I'm being flanked by two pretty pacey wingers -Cherrybrown and Eniqurl...
Behind is the tireless 4matic Defensive Shield- blossom023.

With these balling around me, I can dazzle!!!


cc:

Physio- Brytawon

Manager- Hawlahscho

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Dioxidane baba, I must say THANK YOU for bringing us all to this club!!! We won't disappoint you...

That first touch was GBAM! No make the passes too serious so, add little pidgin to mesmerise your supporters

Lol

bro, Thanks for the mention, even Though d OP didn't call me.

Someone just sent me a mail asking if this happened really like 'Escapades In The North', 'cos it appears I'm using the main character (Damien) to describe myself. I just had to laugh.

To you all, Accidental Victim could be termed 'FICTION', unlike the other I wrote. But the fact is this: I personally don't really believe in 'fiction'. I believe that every reality to/about someone is fiction to someone else, whether you accept it or not. I see every fictional story as real as the imagination of the writer. It exists in his/her mind, hence to the writer, it is reality. To follow along and enjoy a story as it's been told, you need to feel the characters as they emerge and in a way, think like the writer. In so doing you've accepted the story as a reality in your mind and it's stops being fiction. In as much as this didn't happen physically but metaphysically, I'll try to describe scenes that are physically possible. Thanks for reading...

Dioxidane

cherrybrown:
Please you guys should stop quoting all this long story that you are quoting please

Oh, don't beg them. Am waiting patiently for d next person to quote d whole update and what happened in 1985 will repeat itself.

Smiling uncontrollably...

OP you carry sense o, I think I'm liking this story, ride on ASAP, I'm following you like



























family curse

Contd.

'Are you alright?', Damien asked from beneath her. 'I'm fine. Thank you', she replied.

"I shouldn't have allowed you do that... I'm sorry..."

"No it's fine..."

"Hope you are not hurt?"

"No, I'm not... Are you?"

Damien tried getting up. He felt some pain on his back. 'I'll live', he said. Funmi saw the way he contorted his face and realized he was in pains. 'Let me see your back', she said. 'Don't worry, I'll be fine' he replied. 'I insist', she shot back at him.

She went behind him and raised his shirt a little bit. Even in the dim light, the sight she saw was shocking. She saw some scars and she couldn't help but ask him.

"What happened to you?"

"Where?"

"Your back... These scars..."

"Oh, that? Don't worry, it's nothing... In fact, I'm fine... We need to find a way to get out of here..."

"You are kidding, right?"

"Can one fit through that opening?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"How far is it down?"

"It's almost the same..."

"That's ok..."

Damien stretched his back and the pain he felt subsided. He looked around and wondered how they going to go through that hole.

He formulated three possible scenarios in his head. First. They repeat the same stance they did earlier, but this time, she climbs first and she uses his shirt as a cord to pull him up. But there was a problem with this plan. She might not be strong enough to pull him up. Plan 2. They reverse the stance, with her lifting him on her shoulders with him later pulling her up. This also was faulty. She wasn't strong enough to carry out her task in either of the plans. Plan 3. He uses each of their clothing to form a cord to hold on to the opening close to the ceiling. This was the least likely to work because of the material of the clothing they were putting on. By Damien's calculations, it couldn't support both their weights. With the last option, only one person could go.

Damien was in a dilemma. He tried explaining his thoughts to Funmi. 'Don't worry, go. I'll be fine', she said to him. Damien shook his head.

"Just go, you would be able to get help..."

"I can't just leave you here. If I leave, they might torture you..."

"Even if they torture me, you would come back with help, right?"

"I would, definitely. But they wouldn't stay when they know their location has being compromised... And then something bad might happen to you... I wouldn't want that..."

"Just go, I'll take the risk..."

"No, I'm sorry I can't..."

They were still debating whether Damien should escape without Funmi when they suddenly heard the sound of the van drive into the compound.

Damien quickly went towards Funmi and asked her to sit down. He tied back her hands, but not as tight as it was previously. He sat at a corner and placed the ropes on his hands, giving the impression that it was still tied.

After several minutes, they heard the door being unlocked from outside and three men with masks over their faces walked in....

Hawlahscho:



Oh, don't beg them. Am waiting patiently for d next person to quote d whole update and what happened in 1985 will repeat itself.

What happened in 1985 .. In short, mke I quote am sef ... Una dey para too much. Ur blood dey hot

Dioxidane u the sh^t man, tnx 4d VIP ish...looking 4wd to 'em emojis makes ya writing exceptional
Team #NoEmojiNotOriginalDioxidane abeg use it when possible I don miss am die
But I still dey ya back like skin Enigurl what did u do with liljboy

Dioxidane tnks for d mention.. Although I don't understand wat u meant by "defensive sheild" .. Anyways, cool story but I really do hope its has a lot of mystery.

Blossom023:
Dioxidane tnks for d mention.. Although I don't understand wat u meant by "defensive sheild" .. Anyways, cool story but I really do hope its has a lot of mystery.

Defensive shield? Where?

**Modified**
LolzzZ... Seen it. That was not me. Ask @ ademoladeji. Buh I'm sure he was kidding like we all do here... Defensive Shield

Hawlahscho:



Oh, don't beg them. Am waiting patiently for d next person to quote d whole update and what happened in 1985 will repeat itself.

Honestly am tried of all this nonsense they are doing i don't like it

Blossom023:
Dioxidane tnks for d mention.. Although I don't understand wat u meant by "defensive sheild" .. Anyways, cool story but I really do hope its has a lot of mystery.

Hahaha!

It's just sitting arrangement oooo

A lady in my front, left, right n behind...

A way of saying you're behind me.

moreeeee .... feeling this story.... dioxidane thumbs up

pinkycute:
Please do I can't wait to read urs
More wisdom to you

Amen!!!

Typing....

saxwizard:
dats y am a nigerian

Saxy!!! Please CHANGE ‎​Ooº°˚ ˚°ºoo

ademoladeji:


Saxy!!! Please CHANGE ‎​Ooº°˚ ˚°ºoo

yes ooo my brother. ...
I dunno if I shud ask this plus it would be derailing. ..gv me 5reasons y u shud b the nxt mr nairaland.

Dioxidane:
Chapter Three

Damien realized this and he quickly fell first to the ground after which Funmi fell on him, cushioning her fall...

u dey do captain america abi

saxwizard:



ticket done finish i had to gate crash....got the info late...lol...oya continue. ...

kwencypresh

lurex2rhyme:

nt mentioning me in any of ur new stories u r wrong

P.S: I had to reduce the number of persons
invited 'cos of 'Antispam bot' ish. Please invite
any I omitted, and don't copy entire posts
when quoting to avoid waste of e-space...


are you guys that dumb?

liljboy:
kwencypresh



P.S: I had to reduce the number of persons invited 'cos of 'Antispam bot' ish. Please invite any I omitted, and don't copy entire posts when quoting to avoid waste of e-space...

are you guys that dumb?

young man how may I be of help to u?

liljboy:





P.S: I had to reduce the number of persons invited 'cos of 'Antispam bot' ish. Please invite any I omitted, and don't copy entire posts when quoting to avoid waste of e-space...

are you guys that dumb?

wats my name doing here

saxwizard:

young man how may I be of help to u?

and he even added my name to it

^^^^ read again, y'all will know

present sire .

Blossom023:


What happened in 1985 .. In short, mke I quote am sef ... Una dey para too much. Ur blood dey hot

Oh, you like to know what happened in 1985? it's simple

when someone did that in 1985, I
























liked the post

cherrybrown:
Honestly am [size=25pt]tried[/size] of all this nonsense they are doing i don't like it

Sister, abeg no vex again, just chillax ehn?

Hawlahscho:


Sister, abeg no vex again, just chillax ehn?

wanted to make a request...but

Blessed are thy who GhostMode, Sorrow are thy who Derail.

The gang leader is crusher cos of his small statue n fighting fist......... i have a dream the accident victim will win best story of the year of sexuality section... welldone Dioxidane.

Interesting story