Tales Of A Libyan Returnee -Part 10

A Libyan returnee continues with telling her shocking story....Read the other parts HERE.....

My pregnancy hormones were high and everything kept pushing me to escape, it was drizzling outside so I stepped in and requested for duvet, I was ushered into a room and I slightly closed the door, I started praying and asked God to please show direct my steps, I wouldn't spend any more night with my abductors I told myself...

The rain became heavy and everyone was happy, it hardly rains in Libya so it was worth jubilating over, my door was opened and most people plugged their phones in that room and went out. It was dinner time and they all ate to satisfaction, the rain became heavier and I requested for another duvet, I bade them goodnight and closed the door, immediately after closing the door, I opened the window, stole a Nokia phone and jumped out, I started running till I got to the fence, I jumped a fence with pregnancy and till date I don't understand where I got the strength from...

I kept running till I got to the main road, I was tired and the rain became heavier, I kept running until my legs couldn't move, I tried to stop cars but they wouldn't stop because it was late and dark, I kept moving until one hilux parked by my side, I told them my story and they asked me to enter, they drove me to the nearest police station because they felt I escaped from the prison but the Officers denied knowing me and we left the place, unfortunately the phone I stole started ringing, the driver collected the phone and they spoke with my abductors, those bastards lied that I stole from them and left the house, I kept shouting they kidnapped my sisters and sold them into prostitution and they were planning to sell me as well.

I told the Arabs I am pregnant and they should let me call my family, I called my number instantly and no one picked, I sent a text message and they called back, I told my roommate's sister to send me my boyfriend's number which she did instantly. I called him and handed the phone over to them, he told them I was his wife and explained I was kidnapped, they told him to bring 1000 dinars to free me, he pleaded with them to wait till the following day since it was past 10pm already.

After driving for about 1 hour, the Arabs said they will let me go if I give them blow-job, without thinking twice, I gave both of them BJ and they drove me to a fruit-stand to sleep.

After their departure, I stood up and change location because I don't trust them not to return. I located a house, I sneaked in and slept under the staircase.
The call for prayer from the nearest mosque woke me the following morning, I quickly stood up, and started walking, the street was still empty but the few people that saw me felt I was mad because my clothes were dirty and I had no shoes, I boarded a taxi and he dropped me at Shargia after like 1hr ride, I gave him the 20dinars I had with me and I walked down to our house without shoes.

I knocked for more than 5mins before the entrance was opened, there was shouts of Jubilation until I told them my friends were already sold into prostitution, we needed to raise money and track them down. It took us 1 month and 18 days to locate my roommates in a brothel run by a Benin Woman, she collected the sum of 8000 dinars before they were released to us......