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EPISODE 15 \u2013 The Night I Owed Him Everything<\/strong><\/h2>\n

It was just another quiet evening in that small room in Agege.<\/p>\n

I had spent the day restless, stomach growling, mind spinning. I wanted to step out, do something small for myself \u2014 anything \u2014 but the words he always used echoed in my head: \u201cWhy you wan suffer? I fit take care of you.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

By nightfall, I was exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally. The city\u2019s noise, the unfamiliar streets, the uncertainty of my first days in Lagos\u2026 it had worn me down.<\/p>\n

He came in that night as usual, calm, his presence filling the room without a sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou no need suffer again,\u201d<\/em> he said softly. \u201cI dey here.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

There was no yelling. No anger. Just a quiet certainty in his voice that I couldn\u2019t ignore.<\/p>\n

I looked at him, at the food he placed on the table, at the small comforts he had been providing. My stomach tightened. Hunger, fear, and the desire for safety wrapped around me like chains I couldn\u2019t see.<\/p>\n

I told myself it wasn\u2019t love. I didn\u2019t even want it to be love. But that night, I gave in \u2014 not because my heart agreed, but because my body and mind screamed \u201csurvive.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

The next morning, I woke up to breakfast already laid out, my phone topped up, my small world seemingly in order.<\/p>\n

And yet\u2026 something had changed.<\/p>\n

I was no longer free. Not truly.
\nThe comfort he offered came with invisible chains. Chains that would grow tighter with each passing day.<\/p>\n

I sat at the table, eating quietly, trying to convince myself I had done the right thing.<\/p>\n

But deep down, I knew:
\nI owed him now \u2014 not just for the food, the room, or the money \u2014 but for the very survival he had wrapped me in.<\/p>\n

Episode 16 Coming Soon<\/strong>
\n\u201cI wake up with food for table\u2026 and chain for mind.\u201d<\/em>
\nComfort had turned into cage.<\/p>\n

He Promised Me Work In Lagos, Na Trap I Enter (EPISODE 16)<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n