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Summoning every ounce of resolve, I crawled towards the light, clawing my way to freedom.
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I discovered a pin resting on the ground with the help of the light beam.
I quickly took it up, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it over and over again, trying to open the door.
I tried for about thirty minutes, but it was ineffective. I was ready to give up when a stroke of luck caused the lock to suddenly spring open.
As i pushed the door open, a mortuary worker vigorously lunged at me, brandishing a kn!fe.
The worker's fear stemmed from the mortuary's strict rule: NO PRONOUNCED DĒAD BODY ENTERS AND LEAVES ALIVE. THE WORKER DREADED THE POSSIBILITY OF THEIR SECRET BEING EXPOSED BY THE ESCAPEE.
In the ensuing tension, I was powerless and had little hope of survival. I wished I could finally say goodbye to my family and friends.
I was already losing the f!ght, and my palm was bIeeding from the cut of the kn!fe I attempted to grip, which he took away from me.
It's strange because in that moment, an energy overflowed my entire body, and I instantly gained the upper hand, overpowering the worker and used the same kn!fe on him. Now, the worker lay bleeding on the ground.
With a final burst of energy, i pushed open the last door leading outside and collapsed onto the ground, the cool morning air filling my lungs with newfound vitality.
But I was still within the mortuary's fence. As I lay hopelessly on the ground, I heard another group of men approach chattering.
"HE MIGHT HAVE GONE THAT WAY. TWO OF YOU SHOULD GO THAT WAY WHILE ME AND BOIMAH CAN SEARCH THIS SIDE" A voice stated.
In an instant, I felt a hand vigorously lift me off the ground, dragging me into a space and locked me up. I had my eyes closed, but I could still feel everything.
Before I was locked up in the container, I heard the person who dragged me inside say in a whisper, "STAY PUT, STAY CALM AND QUIET IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE."
After a moment, I regained some strength and opened my eyes to see myself trapped in complete darkness. I was in what appeared to be an empty iron box.
I was in extreme heat, and inhaling fresh air was tough. I was really suffocating. I was about to scream after several unsuccessful attempts to break free from this box, but I soon remembered the voice that urged, "STAY PUT, STAY CALM AND QUIET IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE."
Maybe it was my savior sent by the Lord who had shut me in here to protect me from those angry mortuary attendants, so I remained silent while listening to everything outside.
I began praying and begging God for his guidance and defense throughout my life, promising him that if I lived to see the light of day, i would disseminate his message throughout the world. Outside of the box, meanwhile, those mortuary personnel were actively looking for me.
They gave up their hunt for me once it proved fruitless.
I could tell I had spent nearly another day inside the box. I lay prostrate, hungry and helpless, waiting for my death.
I trembled as I heard someone try to open the box I was enclosed in.....
To be continued..................
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