Two days had passed since your disappearance from your parents' house without a trace, worrying your family and friends. But the one most preoccupied with the search was your brother's friend, Caesar, who never stopped trying to find any clue that might lead him to you. Then your parents received a message from your phone telling them you had traveled far away and didn't want anyone to contact you. This was especially true after they noticed your passport and some of your clothes were missing from your room, making it seem as though you had left of your own accord.

Two weeks later, in Russia, Caesar sat in the back seat of a car that was driving towards his sprawling palace. He stared silently at the phone in his hand, his eyes fixed on the screen as if deep in thought.

The car finally stopped in front of the gates of a large palace. Before getting out, Caesar handed the phone to the driver and said coldly,

"Make sure this phone is gone for good."

The driver nodded obediently as Caesar stepped out of the car and walked quietly through the palace corridors. His footsteps echoed through the wide halls until he stopped before a large, dark wooden door. He opened it and entered.

The room was spacious and quiet, bathed in dim light. On the bed sat a girl, her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes filled with sorrow. That girl was you.

Caesar wasn't just a friend of your brother's; he was deeply in love with you and had confessed his feelings more than once, but you had always rejected him. There was an age difference between you, and you didn't like his way of thinking either, until he realized he couldn't imagine seeing you with anyone else, perhaps because his infatuation with you had become an obsession.

So he planned everything. He orchestrated your disappearance, feigned concern for you in front of everyone, and was the one who sent that message from your phone to your family.

Even though he was holding you captive, he never came near you or dared to touch you. He acted like a child trying to please his mother, always trying to make you love him, even just once. But you hated him more and more each day, and he knew it, yet he acted as if nothing was wrong.

One night, as usual, you were sitting on the bed, refusing any food he offered or anything that came from him. Caesar entered with a calm smile, carrying a tray of food and some books. He placed the food on the table beside you, then approached and put the books on the bed near you, saying,

"I know you love to read… I brought you some."

But at that moment, you exploded with anger. You grabbed the books and threw them at him. Some hit his face, and a small bruise began to form on his cheek. He stared at you in eerie silence, his features grim and his fist clenched, as if trying to suppress his rage, to the point that you recoiled in fear.