By Jesutofunmi Fekoya.
Rukkaya adjusted, looking for a comfortable position. It was hard to find one with the ropes tightly binding her wrists and legs. For several days, she had been kept in that foul smelling house with the same cloth they had taken her with.
The day another girl was brought, Rukkaya’s once forgotten plans to escape were revived. The girl looked like a seven year old and yet she had suffered much. Her eyes were swollen and her face was covered in bruises. She was thrown to the floor and left there.
When Rukkaya asked her to help release her bonds, she didn’t expect much. But the young girl still had fire in her. Groaning in pain, she sat up and crawled towards her. It took several hours to untie her, hours which felt like days to Rukkaya. Finally, the ropes were off, just in time because one of her captors entered. Like a bullet, the little girl pounced on the man, taking him unaware. He tripped and something slid towards Rukkaya, bringing her out of her shock.
A smile spread on her face as she picked up the gun and trained it on him. Smiling, she pulled the trigger.