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Khalil Mostafa Ali Reza stormed into the dimly lit room, his black eyes ablaze with anger, the scent of sex heavy in the air but far from alluring to his senses this time. "Get out! All of you! Now!" His voice reverberated through the room, sharp and commanding, slicing through the murmurs of the retreating girls.

The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on his determined face, highlighting the frustration etched in his features.

Amardad, his second in command, scrambled off the bed, attempting to cover his arousal with a duvet. "Is everything alright, my lord?" His voice trembled with concern, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights..

Mostafa glared at him, his patience wearing thin like a threadbare rope. "I am running out of patience, Amardad. I need my prisoners found, and the fools you sent out there are utterly useless."

Amardad nodded, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It's been a month and two weeks, my lord. Those two haven't been found."

"The drug shipment