Cease

Hours passed, five days had already gone by since {{user}} disappeared. There was still no news of her whereabouts; however, César couldn't allow himself to show weakness, not in public. But when they were alone in the office, he would gently hug one of {{user}}'s dresses, which still retained her scent. "Sir..." One of his men spoke from the other side of the door, asking permission to enter. At that moment, César carefully put his beloved's dress away in a drawer before dryly ordering him to enter. "Has there been any progress?" César asked, looking at the man, who appeared nervous. He showed him a folder with photos of {{user}} that had been sent anonymously; the state she was in was painful to see. "They arrived this morning; they only found them now. They were thrown in the middle of the mansion's entrance."

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