THE MAN IN THE JEEP Part 4 – Missing Pen
Upon seeing her run two others followed. They haven’t gotten far when the first girl fell down flat the second was about to stop when she followed suit. It was only the third that held herself and quickly returned back to the line.
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We were all taken to a camp, where men with guns stood every entryway. Human scores were hunged up and down as if they were clothes.
Beautiful young girls with good shapes where tied to stakes and been beating mercilessly. I could tell we where at the middle of no where because of how loud the ladies flogged cried out but no body came to their rescue.
Tears gushed down my cheeks as I saw how people where maltreated. I kept on saying in my heart “Lord save me, this one more time and I will never do Prost!tut!on ever again”.
We were all led to a point where the old man handed us to one of the guards. The guards then took us to a room and there they ordered us to take a plate, cup and spoon.
We were then taken to where we where well fed. In the canteen a man walked in and we were all asked to stand and worshipped him, which we did.
“If you’ll be kind to yourself and cooperate then you won’t end up being a hanged skull, neither will you be tied to a stake like a roman slave. Don’t worry! You all will go home in one piece just Cooperate” The man demonstrated as he spoke.
He then clapped his hands and waved a sign, signifying the man at the door to let someone in. At the sight of the sign, the guard at the door opened the door and some wealthy looking men walked in, each with his chief priest( Native doctor or shaman).
The men walked in the mist of all the girls, each picked the one there chief priests pointed. Any girl picked were blind folded and asked to follow them. Any girl who refused where slaughtered on the spot, While some where tied to a stake.
I was chosen by a young man and without any attempt of resistance, together, we all went to a shrine, which I only realised after I was untied .
I was made to lie down and was dressed nak*d. The old grumpy native doctor slept with me right on the spot.
Immediately he was done I was tied and taken back to the man whom picked me up at first.
At the site of me the man dropped a bag and asked me to take it.
One of the guys Led me to the Jeep and drove me home. When I got to my house and checed the content, it was a sum of 50 million Naira and a note that was inside.
The note reads: “Thanks for your womb”. After reading the notes I realised that my womb was used to renew the wealth of another man.
I pray all the girls learn from my story. Believe me yours might be different, you may not return. Be wise.
The End.
My pen don’t bleed 
it writes…..
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