As if expecting that he chased after her through all the Conners and class rooms a giant figure chased after a dwarfish one,  Pamela could not comprehend the source of the force with which she ran , she kept on running knowing that her life depends on it , she led the man to the gate, a little did she know that the gate had been locked, at this realized, she stood confused feeling like Alice in wonderland, Opening her mouth agape she stared like an inmate of a mental home, the man seeing her confusion he burst in to a gale of laughter.
                     The sudden burst of laughter jerked her to consciousness. Energetically, she ran and kept on running leaving a big distance off for the man to follow, she ran into the bush with the Hope of climbing over the fence leading to Chief Osagie house still battling inside the bush amidst thorns, Pamela flopped into a pit with cover crops.
                  The man not conceiving any idea of where, Pamela vanished to leapt around groping in the darkness, he uttered a lot of course against the tiny child who was responsible for his misfortune, he grumbled that he preferred fighting and killing directly, then being made to face puzzles, he hate that! Now he was in a tight Conner, he did not know how to express it to any other that such a child could put him in a tight Conner let alone dribbling him.
                   He felt that he was too old for this!  Cursing his friends who left him behind to take charge of whoever might be left behind, he decided to return to his Lordship and give a report of not seeing any other child who might have been left behind, it was  him or she luck, Muttering aloud to himself, he left.
                  Pamela stayed in her safe place like the "Islamic Prophet Muhammad "and relaxed, she had to make a move when she was certain that the man had left, since he had an idea of where she was, she was, she decided to gamble with her chances and move over to chief Lord Ozomena house, for safety and help, surprisingly, a part of the gate was low so she could climb it.
                  For these whom fate had destined their life, it takes an extra ordinary powder to make a change, Pamela plunged in an abyss of uncertainty and without thinking of any possible repercussions of her dream jumped over the fence into Chief Lord Ozomena compound, man has been so made to be blind, can you imagine running from the dog cage into the vampire castle?.
                   As some men are exceedingly poor , so are some few other exceedingly wealthy, even as a poor man would have heartache over his poverty, so would a rich man would be confused on how to spend his wealth.
                 Chief Lord Ozomena belonged to the latter category, he was a one time Judge of a federal high court some five years ago, and was a man whose source of wealth was bizarre, however, many people believed that his wealth was amicably got from a Textile Manufacturing Industry where he was a major shareholders while some other felt that the industry was merely a front,  Chief Lord Ozomena was known to be a fierce Judge during his working days, Mysteriously after executing five cases consecutively on smuggling he quit the job, either out of fear or because he joined the business many were yet to find out.
                  Chief Lord Ozomena  was a business associate of Chief Osagie in the Textile Manufacturing Industry, this waxed their relationship to the extent that Chief Osagie was known to be in company of Chief Lord Ozomena wherever he was out of his office and not at home, Chief Lord Ozomena was a well built six feet two inches man of about fifty five years of age, he. was light complexioned and handsome, he had been married thrice before he finally divorced his last wife years ago, ever since, he had reminded without a child or wife.
                  He was the Lord of his castle, which he built two years ago.
                  Pamela fell sides ways in to the castle, for seconds, she sprawled on the ground musing , haphazardly she walked into a narrow passage behind the castle, it was very dark on the alleyway and that was what she needed a natural cover herself, she was in anguish as she moved from room to room searching for a place where she could hide safely until she was ready for her next move, still musing, she heard some voices with caution she ran to hide in a room trying to prevent being notice.
                        "Haba! That is another one of them, Before Nkor" thundered a voice that rang like a bell.     Fear gripped Pamela, she knows that she had heard that voice before, but she could not place it however she was sure that it was during a bad situation, she felt that some cold hands had gripped her shoulder and sucked away her warm blood.
                 "This is one" one of the men said.
                   Before men laughed, the first speaker later continued .
                  " This is the person who I was not able to caught her, that makes me to tell boss that there is no body is left", one of the men.
                   "But wait",  replied  the other  "Are you sure that she is the true one remaining?"
                    "Yes of course she is the one remaining I hear the boy tell Boss that the students are six in number, and there were to travel in the evening to day and that was the reason why boss asked us to go caught them in the night before the next day. one of the men.
                  The truth dawned on Pamela that these were the people who came to steal her friends and that Chief Lord Ozomena sent them, she realized how unsafe she was and that all hope was lost except if she was lucky to really find a room which could hide her and perhaps a kind person who could help her to escape the evil which was sure to fall on her friends and herself, if nothing was  done  urgently.
                 She resolved to find all possible mean of escape, if they were to survive the situation, the men walked away, their voices trailing behind them, the room where she was very cosy , so the sleep that over took a wearing Pamela was inevitable.
                    Pamela continued her searching more cautiously this time, after some minutes of desperate search sneaking from room to room in the mighty mansion, she heard a voice,  that voice which belongings to just one man on earth, as far as she knows that sweet, singing sonorous voice it was the voice of Chief Osagie.  An if the voice held a spell on her with some vigour she ran trying to trace the owner of the voice.
                   There he was, with his funny ears , sitting beside the demon himself, what a shame! Pamela intuition made her realize that she needs to act fast, breathing unevenly words rushed out of her mouth attempting to save time.
            "I know you sir you are Chief Osagie the uncle of our friend Efe , she presently a captive under this man, if you doubt me, remember the party scheduled in four days the time that we well at your residence,