In The Enemy's Camp.

...As they were just beginning to enjoy the liberty of the silence and momentary peace allowed by the strange calm that was now setting on the ambiance of captivity, it was short-lived by the heavy thuds of boots seeming to be coming for them.

The thud stops, and in a short moment of suspense, uncertainty and fright but that felt like an eternity of tortuous pangs to them, the door flings open to reveal a face void of emotion, hardened with malignity, on his shoulders hung rounds of ammunition giving credibility to the rifle in his grip while his bloodshot eyes ran through the room.

"kei!" He called in the local dialect, (meaning "you") while pointing to one of the girls who are now shivering in intense fear, for his appearance absolutely reeks of terror.
"zo n'an!" ("come here!"). She looked at him with eyes brimful of tears, evident of pain and weakness, fearful of daring to imagine what his intentions may be. she looked around at her friends as if pleading for their help but they also feared even more for their lives and were as helpless as she was, so they return a look that speaks well of their empathy.

Then she, not wanting to suggest defiance for fright of its consequence or a recurrence of what happened to Hauwa, lowered her gaze and prepared to stand...but it was too late. He maniacally dragged her across the hard concrete floor out the door causing her right heel to ooze  bloodily from the multiple bruises she sustained as it had grazed fiercely against the rough ground, choked by the pain, all she could do was let out a gentle sob, cursing every moment of the torment.

When they are outside, he ordered her to stand up and follow him. Barely had she begun to stand when she met his hand violently pulling her up, then pushed her towards the forest. It was at this point that she feared for the worst. As she led the path with him trailing behind, savagely rustling the leaves, a myriad of thoughts clouded her mind: What was he going to do to her? There seem to be no refuge in sight, what was her crime that she had to be visited with such an inhumane and despicable penalty? who will deliver her from the impending atrocity she's about to go through? Who? Who will... She was on the brink of ending that thought when they heard an indistinct sound...He stopped abruptly to listen carefully, it went off again this time distinctly. Gunshots, they were gunshots.. and they have become more sporadic. He turned swiftly towards the way they had come, held her firmly by the arm and with his right hand readied his rifle with death written all over his face. She gasped for what she thought might be the end...
-Omicron  #BringBackMySisters