The Prodigal Daughter – Episode 41
Episode 41: Desperate Escape
Sandra’s pulse pounded in her ears. The men outside weren’t bluffing. If they didn’t find a way out now, the entire room would explode with them inside.
Chuka’s laughter sent a chill through the air. Even while bleeding, he was enjoying this.
Sandra turned sharply to Lanre. “The vent. Where is it?”
Lanre quickly pointed to the wall behind a shelf. “There. But it’s small.”
“Small is better than dead,” Deborah said, already moving.
Sandra ran to the shelf and shoved it aside, revealing a narrow metal vent. It was tight, barely wide enough for them to squeeze through one at a time. But it was a way out.
BOOM!
The door shook violently. A dent appeared in the metal. They were running out of time.
Sandra grabbed Tunde’s arm, but he was too weak to move on his own. “Lanre, help me.”
Lanre hoisted Tunde up, while Deborah climbed into the vent first. If they got stuck, they were finished.
The door took another hit. Cracks spread along the wall.
Mr. Leke watched them, amused. “You think you can crawl your way out of this?”
Sandra shot him a glare. “Watch me.”
Lanre pushed Tunde into the vent after Deborah, then climbed in himself. Sandra was the last to go.
Just as she lifted herself into the vent—the door blasted open.
A flash of heat and dust filled the air as bullets rained into the room.
Sandra clenched her jaw and forced herself forward. The metal scraped against her arms as she dragged herself through the vent, heart hammering.
They couldn’t stop now.
They had to get out.
To be continued…
The Prodigal Daughter – Episode 42
Episode 42: Into the Fire
Sandra gritted her teeth as she wriggled through the tight vent, her elbows scraping against the rough metal. The heat from the explosion behind her still lingered, making the narrow space feel even more suffocating.
She could hear shouts and gunfire from the room they had just escaped, but she didn’t dare look back. They had seconds to get out before Mr. Leke’s men realized where they had gone.
Ahead of her, Lanre was already pushing forward, struggling to keep Tunde steady. Deborah had gone ahead, scouting their escape route.
“Deborah, what do you see?” Sandra hissed, her voice echoing through the vent.
A few seconds of silence. Then—Deborah’s panicked whisper. “It’s a drop.”
Sandra’s stomach twisted. “How deep?”
“I don’t know… maybe two floors down.”
Two floors?!
Lanre groaned. “We don’t have a choice. We have to jump.”
Sandra’s mind raced. Tunde was too weak to land properly. If he fell the wrong way, he might not survive it.
Then—BANG!
A gunshot ricocheted off the vent behind them. They had been spotted.
There was no more time to think.
“Go!” Sandra ordered.
Deborah took a deep breath and dropped into the darkness.
Lanre followed, gripping Tunde tightly and bracing for impact.
Sandra hesitated for only a second before pushing herself out of the vent and plunging into the unknown.
She landed hard, pain shooting up her legs, but she was alive.
She barely had time to breathe before she heard footsteps above them.
Mr. Leke’s men were climbing into the vent.
They weren’t safe yet.
To be continued…
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