Pamela lay on the sofa white decorated bed in her prison room. Her eyes had gone pale due to excessive crying. She got proper attention, however, her freedom which was the most crucial thing she craved was denied to her.As she stared at the wall with sadness all over her, it dawned on her that crying wasn't the best option at that moment. She had to find a way and get the hell out of the place. A knock came on the door, but as usual, she didn't care to attend to it. The door opened, and the young man ushered himself into the room. It was Elias, the young man assigned to watch over her. “Are you already, Pamela?" He called, but there was total silence. She ignored his call and shut her eyes “Pamela?" He called again, and she rolled over the bed and shot a glare at him.“What is it?" “I'm asking a question. Are you alright? Do you need me to get you anything?" He asked again, his voice soft and compassionate. She scoffed with a mockery on her lips and shook her head disappointedly.

“Theophilus?" Becca screamed from the sitting room, running into the house with great speed. The tension bubbling within her was visible as her eyes squinted nervously. Theophilus rushed out of the room, dressed in a black suit. He was in a hurry to leave the house after speaking on the phone with somebody from Silverwood Associates. He bumped into Becca and she exhaled deeply.“What the fuck is going on, Theo? What am I hearing?” "You got a call too? Listen, Becca, I don't have time to talk right now. Why don't you join me let's go together. Surely we'll understand better,” he suggested, and Becca approved of it.Together, they walked down to the car point and drove out of the compound. **Flashback to the previous night**The previous night, Gregory walked into the COBMENIR after receiving a strange call about the disappearance of his son, Johnny.As he walked down the spot he was asked to come to, he saw Mrs. Juliana Martin glaring at him from far ahead. She waved with a devili

“Has the money been delivered?" Uncle Theo inquired over the phone. Finally, the Woodluck family had agreed with the unknown spokesperson of the kidnappers, and a ransom of 500 billion dollars had been reached. The same amount of money that had gone missing from the Silverwood Associates. It was the second day after the payment, and Pamela would be returning home in the next 5 hours. “Yeah, everything's in place,” Kelvin's deep voice responded over the phone. “Good. I can't wait to hold my baby girl I'm my arms. Thank you very much, Kelvin, you've done a lot to ensure that your sister comes back to us safely." "There's nothing to thank me for, Uncle. I did what every big brother would do for his little sister. By the way, how are you holding up? To be honest, I feel like our family is falling apart, Uncle, and it breaks me.” Uncle Theo sighed heavily, he was sitting in the garden inside the Woodluck home back in Boston with a bottle of Champagne sitting on the little table befor

Pamela sat quietly on the bed with her legs crossed together. Her face had gone pale and her eyes red due to excessive crying. She sniffed l, staring at the tiny picture inside her necklace. It was the only picture she had on her to remember her family. Hot years had a father in her eyes waiting to break out. She held onto the pics across her chest and raised her face to the ceiling. “Kelvin, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. I don't want to die here," she lamented with a broken voice. The door flung open, and Elias entered the room with a plate of sandwiches in his hands.He noticed her tears that had found their way out of her eyes, and he sighed deeply.“Not again, Pamela. Listen, I already told you. You will be safe as long as your family does what's expected of them.” He said to her. She scoffed and narrowed her eyes.“And what is that if I may ask? What is expected of them?" She asked. He shrugged off and placed the plate on the table beside her. “You should eat," he sa

Two weeks later, Uncle Theo was sitting comfortably in the garden when the police drove into the compound. He buried his gaze on the ground, and a deep sigh escaped his trembling lips.“Pamela, my beautiful baby girl." He muttered, staring at her picture in his left hand. Over the weeks, he had become a drunk after paying another 250 billion dollars to the kidnappers, going against Kelvin's warnings. Kelvin had picked up a fight with him the previous day and left for Vancouzer in anger. He couldn't take it anymore, everything was falling apart, Mark was way ahead with his plans, and Uncle Theo was not helping matters. “Good day Mr Woodluck,” the police team leader said, but despite the presence of the police and news reporters patrolling around the place, Uncle Theo didn't seem to care. Somehow, it was as if he had already given up.“We have orders to bring you into custody, sir. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in court,”