A sob caught in her throat, she suppressed it groaning in silence, she nursed her sore neck the way Ozomena men dragged her hard by the neck after they had carried her gently away from Chief Lord Ozomena presence was  dehumanizing, she was dumped in an open away from the main building of the house.
                  In the open park there was a helicopter a very beautiful one and a damaged Peugeot 504 car there those who had infringed the law of the wicked Lord, were kept labouring like slaves and without good food,  Pamela pondered on how she was going to cope with such a critical situation, she thought of home and got tensed up when she imagined how her would have felt when she screamed at her and how she would feel when the announcement of her death body would be made.
                         Pamela shivered though The weather was not cold, regretting, she wished that she never embraced the idea of coming to this camp , this camp has now encamped her, it was a sweet temptation that lured her to this state of danger, "perhaps", she thought "if I were at home, I might have exhausted the topics in my syllabus and be ready for my exams". 
                 The fear that had been chasing her since, her preparation for her junior final Examination, caught up with her. Giving up to anxiety, she sighed, she felt that there was need to submit herself to the supreme one so that she would not lose two important things , Kneeling, she prayed, her eyes reddened    "father please save my friends and I, I am no longer interested in my exams, but in my life,  I promise to obey my parents henceforth no matter how I would have loved to do otherwise , I promise to be good and help my neighbors to be good, and I promise to do your will in all things as much as I would have loved my own will, these promises I will fulfill them lord if you save us please ".
                 Gently, she released the tears she had been holding back and allowed them to flow freely, as if to beg for God intervention, she gazed up to the sky tiredly.
                   Through her tear filled eyes she stared once more at her environment, Men sparely and dowdily dressed were busy splitting hard woods, some were transferring some iron bars to a place under the ground while others were busy passing some sealed cartoon to the same place where the iron bars were kept, everything looked strange to her, they all worked drearily.
                  It was not easy for her to relax considering the possibility of not writing her exams and most of all her continued existence.
                   As if she had not had enough share of Surprises of life a split piece of wood bounced away from the axe tearing it and slashed across her cheek , she let out a squeal but kept quiet when she saw how her blood oozed out freely, she passed out.
                   Chief Lord Ozomena know danger when he encountered one.  He was agitated and restless, pacing around his beautiful castle, it was the pride of his life the bank of his riches and the rewards of his crimes , at that word,"crimes", he smiled soberly to himself, man really changed and according to Thomas Hardy, Man character was fate.
                     Man can be alive without being sure of his next step, feeling pain , love hatred and craving for wealth, positions and privileges were things that the supreme one made to deceived man feeling of existence but all these were vain, some fifteen years ago when he was an undergraduate at the university of Texas in the united state of America , if any fortune teller had predicted that this was going to be his life style he would have pulled out the person tongue without hesitating.
                   From what the devilish little girl had said there would be a party in chief Osagie house in two days time unfortunately, chief Osagie only niece who was expected to be in attendance was also captured, releasing her to attend that party would mean exposing his life to danger because she would certainly expose his secrets , not releasing her would mean inviting trouble because Chief Osagie would believe the story of the little girl, now what was he to do?  Was he to murder chief Osagie who currently was a threat to his own life?  Of course that would be difficult, it was not going to be easy to murder him especially when he had only two days to do so.
                  Or was he to murder all the students and then if chief Osagie comes for him, he would deny every incident that occurred and term it as untrue, he contemplated on this idea for a long time then finally gave it up, he knows for sure that denying knowledge of the students where about would involve the police investigation department, and with his current position, if he got himself involved in a police case some other discoveries might be made which could be inimical to his interest.
                  Then what was he to do? how was he going to manipulate the situation? He walked around his castle thinking, he had been restless ever since the incident with Chief Osagie and the child, he had lost weight considerably and if care was not taken, he might also lose his life.
              He had always masterminded crimes and had always been a very clever student a fierce Judge, now a master criminal, a callous thought crossed his mind, he rubbed his palm together, whistled and kicked into the air laughing.
                "The end" he thought  "the end of my problems,  Yes I have found an unbeatable solution to my problem  Hurray!"
                 Chief Lord Ozomena, walked about rejecting and planning, but he forgot one point that the axe of God grinds slowly, but exceedingly great.
                 Pamela woke up with a daze and a terrible headache,  when she raised her hand to her head, it was hot, her injured cheek to her dismay was plastered, she wondered disinterestedly if someone had hit her deliberately or not,  once more fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, they were tears of pain mingled with self pith the world seemed to have stopped caring about her, she felt alone in a lonely world peopled by wicked and uncaring people, bitterly she gazed around prudently at what was going on.
                    She turned around only to see two warm eyes looking intently at her the owner of the eyes moved towards her, he was a young healthy looking man and was different from the other, he had an air of confidence about him and really looked clean hesitating he sat near her and placed his right hand on her injured cheek.
                 "Hi girl I plastered your cheek I am Nick, any pain?" His eyes grew warmer as he spoke.
               She wondered what this young man with bright feature was doing in the wicked Lord establishment studying him closely, she answered.
               " I am Pamela, Pam, for short friends call me Pam" Hesitating she continued, she did not like the way she introduced herself, she felt that it was too childish and wondered why she had not realized that before now.  "Thanks for caring though I have a slight headache"