Beyond Reach

Escape Gone Wrong

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This is my first time publishing a story and I'm glad, I'm finally doing this. I wrote the first draft of this work on my birthday 2 years ago.

Please note, as this is the first draft, you will find errors. I'm not perfect, so I'm not expecting this to be perfect but I promise to edit it to the best of my abilities.

This book can't be reproduced without my permission. It is illegal and inhumane to steal someone's work. I hope you know that.

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My head aches, my legs hurt and I feel I can shut my eyes tighter. What happened to me? How did I get home? Oh my God, this isn't my house😭😭. Was I kidnapped? How did I get here, but nobody kidnaps you in Lagos and drops you in a luxurious room!

I want to shout, but my breath can kill a million people in Eko.

I stood up looking for a means to leave this place before my captor can find me. I hope to leave this place in one piece and not in a body bag, after all that is the story making rounds in Lagos.

I start to imagine what the headlines will be
Daily Trust - Popular Nigeria Financial Manager went missing (that's fair enough), but I don't trust Sahara Reporters or Instablog and co. Never have I liked them, but if their headlines will save me, then I might just give them a thought.

But why am I thinking all this, when I'm supposed to be looking for an exit route. I stood up, and head towards the door, and thank goodness, it wasn't locked. Road to freedom, I guess.

As I snuck out of the room into the hallway, all hopes of leaving here were dashed, because there were so many doors and I can't seem to find the one that leads out. But I will try my luck by opening each one at a time. I hope my ancestors help me and not let my village people get involved in my mission to escape.

The first door I opened looked like an art gallery. Beautiful works of art hanging here and there and I'm drawn to take a look, but I remember it is now or never. So I stepped away from the room. The next was a room, beautifully decorated just like the one I had slept in. The bed was still laid, which means no one slept here or they have already woken up. That is definitely not my business as I must continue on my mission to leave here alive.

As I drew closer to the end of the hall, my nostrils were filled with an aroma that reminded my stomach that it needs to be filled. Whatever the person in there is doing is calling my name and it wouldn't hurt peeping to see what is happening in there. As I stood at the entrance of the kitchen, I was amazed at the sight before me. A man in all his glory, working his way in the kitchen, the sight I have always dreamt of. I was lost in my thought, romancing his body with my eyes and filling my stomach with the sight of him until he cleared his throat and said " when you are done checking me out, you can have a seat and have breakfast if the sight of me didn't fill you enough".

Oh my God, I was caught. Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude and stare, but the sight of a man in a kitchen apron is not one you come by daily in Nigeria, so I had to take it all in, but I'm sorry.

There is nothing to be sorry about, I was only teasing you. I know I'm hot, so you are allowed to stare. He chuckles

(In my head) This one is proud o. Nigerian men when you hail them, it just finds a way to get into their big head, but I won't blame them. They are God's perfect gift to the world. In whatever colour they come in, they always make head swoon.

Don't feel too proud, it isn't like you are that hot sef. (I have to put him back in check)

Says the woman, who was fixed at a point and watched me for the last 15 minutes. He laughs

His laughter was like music to the ears, light and soothing. The kind of laugh that makes your knees grow weak. The one accompanied with a smile that you feel your heart melt away like ice. Jesus, take the wheel because I'm losing my will to this son of yours.

I didn't stare that long.
Oh no, you did
I didn't.
You did, but it isn't wrong.

Let's stop arguing, so you can have breakfast as your stomach is choosing which to eat, but you can still eat me if you want.

Now, I'm pissed. How dare he make a mockery of me, with his arrogant self. But I will deal with that when I'm done eating. Because my favourite has just been served. Spaghetti with meatballs, I could give my life to be served a plate of that in heaven.

Chapter 2 done💃💃💃💃
Yay, I didn't think, I would have done this so fast, but here is it. You all just got served!!!