"I'm not going to marry you, assh*le!" she yelled at him, but Mike just ignore her.
"Now we need to get some sleep," Mike said as he switched off the TV, leaving only the moonlight shining through their window.
"It felt great for him to hug me, maybe things would go better if he surrendered to the authorities," she thought to herself as Mike drew her closer and tighter. She then gave him a little nod and waited for him to close his eyes. That's when she noticed some light snoring. "I guess he's already asleep," she said, staring at him.
Denise stood up slowly, moving his hands. "All right, I need to make sure he's asleep," she mumbled. Then she took a piece of paper and tore it, making a loud ripping sound. But Mike did not wake up.
Denise walked gently to the door and silently opened it. She then moves her gaze to the left and right. She came to a halt and listened for any sounds. She jumped with joy. " Yes, this is my chance to escape!" she said as she was smiling because this is her chance to get out of this hellhole, so she ran downstairs as soon as she noticed the door at the far end of the house.
Denise ran and ran till she came to a stop in the woods near the house. She came to a halt once she was satisfied she was far enough away from the house. She glanced around to make sure Mike wasn't following her, and thank God, he wasn't.
Denise couldn't hear any voices; all she could hear were birds chirping and trees rustling.
She took a peek around her. The woods were lovely, but she couldn't appreciate them since she needed to get as far away from that house as she could. She just followed her instincts and did the right thing.
She has no idea where she is. "Gosh, why won't Mike tell me where I am?" she mumbled in despair.
When a gust of wind passed her, she got goosebumps. She recalled that she had only worn shorts and a blouse since the previous day. "Urghh, it's so cold here," she murmured as she walked and walked but couldn't find a way out of the trees. She feels as if she's going around in circles. Denise decided to take a break and sat on a tiny fallen tree. Her stomach grumbled, and she realized she hadn't eaten or drank anything. She wasn't concerned about not eating for the rest of the day. She was concerned about what would happen if she didn't leave this place, and she wondered what Mike was doing now. "It feels crazy to think about him, but he's still my best friend," she said, continuing to ask herself all their questions as tears streamed down her cheeks. Denise does not want to be caught by him again. Because she is so certain that once he catches her, he will never let her go again, he may shackle her to prevent her from escaping again. That is why this is her best chance to get away from her obsessed Best Friend.
Denise exhaled deeply and brushed away her tears. She raised her head and grinned. "Everything will be OK; all I need to do is get out of here," she told herself as she motivated herself.
She was walking through the woods when she heard something in the distance. She rose and looked around for something to help her rely on herself, grabbing a large, thick stick. She held it in the air, ready to strike whatever or whoever it was.
Her heart was racing and she was sweating profusely. Suddenly, a little cat appeared, and when it saw her waving a stick in the air, it dashed back into the bush.
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Denise ran and ran, eager to get out of this horrible place. She stepped outside to take in some fresh air. Her happiness was cut short as she observed a familiar black car stop on the side of the road. "F*ck, he's looking for me," she murmured panicked.
Denise moved back, peering at the car, which was attempting to return into the trees when her back collided with something hard. Mike was right behind her. Her breathing was heavy since she wasn't sure if she'd be able to escape this time if he caught her.
"My Princess," he said softly next to her ear.
Denise gasped and moved away when he grabbed her arm and held her in place, his mouth right next to her ear.
"You have been very naughty, my princess," he said again, pulling her hair to one side, exposing her neck to him. She tried to back up again, but Mike had a firm grip on her arm.
His mouth was no longer near to her ear. "Are you still trying to get away from me? Do you really want me to chain you?" he mocked.
"Whatever you do, I will not give up on escaping from you, and you should remember that no matter how hard you try to be kind to me, I will never love a murderer," she said back as his mouth moved close to her ear again.
"Then you'll have to be punished every time you do it, my princess; don't expect me to be good to you anymore," he said quietly as Denise's eyes widened and she was about to say anything when she felt his lips on her neck. He kissed her neck down to her shoulder. "What are you doing?" she said, her voice quivering.
"Shhhh," he hisses as his kiss gently descends and then ascends. She moaned as he began to suck her skin. Denise despised it for making her feel this way.
She notices his grip on her arm was gone. Denise makes this opportunity to escape again since he was distracted. She elbowed him even though it wouldn't affect him and ran back into the woods.
"Denise, come back here!!" he called out and ran after her.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed at him while she kept running.