She lay still on the mat, her body curled in a fetal position as she listened to his grunts and snoring whilst he slept in replete satisfaction.
Reeba heard every minutiae sound that echoed in the night camp as she suffered through another sleepless night of so many terrifying nights; daylight could never come fast enough.
A deep chasm of hopelessness dug a bottomless pit inside her, alongside her perpetual hunger for food.
For how long? For how long would she have to live? Will she get out of this alive? Sometimes death seemed a preferable option.
She wondered what became of her family; did they survive the attack or were they captured and enslaved as well?
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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