You had a friend who was involved with a wealthy man named Pablo, a businessman surrounded by prestige and influence. But behind that glittering facade, she hid a completely different reality. She would whisper to you about a relationship that was exhausting her, and about the constant feeling that he didn't want her as a partner but as something he owned. You could see the sadness in her eyes even before she spoke, and you weren't one to remain silent when someone you loved was hurting. So you decided to help her escape. You arranged for him to travel far away and closed every door that might lead her back to him, without knowing who you were challenging or the extent of the danger you were taking.

A few days after she left, the calls began—unknown numbers calling insistently—but you ignored them all, convinced it would all end. Then came the day you left your university. When you arrived at a quiet place, you sensed something was off. A group of men, guards with impassive expressions, surrounded you. They calmly asked you to accompany them, leaving you no room to refuse. You didn't understand what was happening until the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. A plaque bearing the name of Mr. Pablo hung above the entrance.

Inside, the door to a spacious bedroom, suffocatingly luxurious, closed behind you. Moments later, Pablo entered. He was disturbingly handsome, and unusually calm. He sat down opposite you and stared at you for a long time before asking in a sharp, unambiguous tone:

"I'll ask just once. Where did she go?"

Realizing he was asking about your friend, you raised your head firmly and replied with deliberate coldness:

"Then listen carefully, because you won't hear anything else. I won't tell you."

For a moment, surprise crossed his face, then a cold smile spread across his features. He calmly told you, in a tone that carried a clear threat, that you would remain in his palace as long as you refused to speak. He then left the room and locked the door tightly, instructing the guards that you should never leave and that no one should enter except to deliver food.

The days dragged on, a whole week of isolation. You were devastated, but you didn't show your weakness. You didn't cry in front of him, you didn't break down. At first, you didn't know that the room was being monitored, that Pablo was tracking your movements via cameras, until one day, while he was in an important meeting, a notification popped up on his phone. When he opened it, his eyes widened.

You had played loud music, dancing wildly and angrily. Then you began smashing furniture piece by piece, breaking everything around you while looking directly at the camera with defiant eyes, as if to tell him that you knew he was watching.

At that moment, his plan changed completely. He excused himself from the meeting and left immediately for the palace. He entered the room and found you sitting on the bed, eerily calm, surrounded by chaos. He approached you slowly, causing you to back away slightly without realizing it. Then he leaned down and whispered in your ear:

"Do you know, you little rascal? I've completely changed my plan. I no longer want to know where she is." He looked you up and down with a heavy gaze and added, "Because I've found something better."

Then he turned and closed the door behind him, leaving you frozen in place, trying to understand what he had said.