Tales Of A Libyan Returnee -Part 9

OH MY GOD!!!!

This story is a Libyan returnees tale......

Back in Nigeria, I loved action movies, James Bond was my favourite actor and I was action freak, luckily for me I acted an action film in this life changing Chapter.

I was kidnapped the second time but this time around with pregnancy, I wasn't showing but my face was pale. I was determined to escape by all means possible, I won't nurture an innocent baby in prison this time around.

Our cars arrived the Kidnappers den situated at the outskirt of Sirte, I asked for my roommates and they told to me shower and strip, I told them I was pregnant and would rather die than allowed myself to be subjected to another torture, they didn't believe me because I wasn't showing so I removed my Jalamia and lifted my top, my little bump was visible and they told me to sit.

I sat there lost in thoughts until they all stepped out and locked the door from outside, I stood up immediately and searched for escape route but there was none, I sat down and quietly awaited my fate.

Around 7pm, the Arabs arrived in company of Nigerians and Nigeriens, I was ushered outside and entered the car with them, we arrived in another location and I saw a lot of blacks there; I asked them in English where they kept my roommates and I was told to wait till the following day, I ate Rice and Chicken for dinner and was shown where to sleep.

These men smoked Ashish and abused tramadol, two other girls arrived, and I stayed away from them, I pretended I couldn't speak Arab so as to know all their plans. 

I laid down and the two girls came in as well, I couldn't sleep because all I kept thinking of was my escape, the Men came in and asked me to strip, I refused and I was beaten with extension wire, I was beaten but I kept protecting my belly, when they were done, they tied me down and I was raped again; these bastards were high on Tramadol so you can imagine how long the torture took, the first came, had his way, the second came, he was brutal and the third came and he was rough, just when I couldn't bear it anymore, I pretended to faint.

 They poured me cold water and I was allowed to sleep, we woke up the following day, and I was reeking of semen, I asked of my roommates and they told me they will take me to them, they laughed among themselves and said the girls that are already working themselves out as prostitutes, They weren't aware I speak and understand Arab so they kept making fun of my roommates and I heard of their plan to sell me off the following day.

Some more men came in the morning to rape me but I took a knife from the kitchen and threatened to stab myself, The Nigerien in charge told them to let me and reminded them I fainted the previous night, I was given breakfast and I ate to my satisfaction.

We left for another location that same morning, it was called Sherika and the place was very big and filled with lots of workers and a brothel. We entered the brothel and I was introduced to the girls there, I asked the ladies if by any chance they saw two ladies, I described my roommates to them, a lady responded they have been sold to another brothel, I explained my situation to them and asked if there was any escape route, I was told there's none.

I was allowed to walk freely in the fenced yard, I moved around and observed any escape route, I feigned stomach upset and dipped my fingers in my throat, I kept vomiting and I prayed they rush me to any hospital, they gave me Paracetamol and said I will be fine.

I entered the bathroom and the mirror was slightly broken, so I took a piece and made some cuts on my hands, The Jalabia covered my arms so my wounds were not visible, I covered my hands in my blood and showed them I was bleeding, they told me to rest and I heard them calling the buyer to hurry and come with the cash.......