"Ahhh f*ck you're mine, Denise, you can't get away from me ah," he hisses as he digs his c*ck deeper into her p*ssy.
"Please, stop ahh stop! Please, someone, help me!" Denise screamed out loud, but Mike ignored her. She cried and yelled for help, but no one came to her aid. Until she felt his hand on her neck, holding it so tight she couldn't breathe.
~
She was interrupted in her dream when she heard something break and looked over at the bedside table to see that it was already nine-thirty in the morning.
She then slid a pair of her slipper as she ran down the stairs and saw Antonio cooking in the kitchen.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back.
"What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" Antonio asked, worried.
"Yes," she said as she wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"Sh*t."
Denise took a step back. "What?" she asked as Antonio placed the food onto the plate and turned to face her.
"It was supposed to be a surprise breakfast," he explained as he cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips lightly. Denise smirked and covered her eyes. "It still could be," she laughed. He then took her hands in his and led her to the table.
Antonio returned, grabbed the plates, and placed them in front of them.
When they ate, he sat next to her. "I love fried chicken, scrambled eggs, and Korean fried rice," she exclaimed.
"Really? I didn't know," Antonio said, the sarcastic tone in his voice. Denise then hit him on the chest in a playful manner.
He chuckled, "I don't think you want to start a fight with me."
"Psh, I've got you covered."
"Hahaha, well, I guess we'll see about that," Antonio said, winking and chuckling at her.
She noticed that it was misty outside after they had finished eating. "It seems to that it will rain," she said as she sipped her coffee.
"Does that mean we'll have another lazy day?"
"Well, we always have a sloppy day," Denise laughed as Antonio bent down to kiss her plump lips gently. She then kissed him back while resting her hand on the back of his neck.
He drew back from the kiss. "Let's go to the bed," he said quietly and seductively.
Denise groans and her head fell lightly back on his shoulder. She tried to leave, but Antonio wouldn't let her.
"One more kiss," he said, bending down, but Denise crawled under his arms and went into the kitchen.
"You really enjoy teasing me, ma chérie," he exclaimed.
"No, I'm not," she laughed, amused by his reaction. She then went to change in their room.
She changes into jean shorts and a nude brown tank top before pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail.
Antonio was exiting the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, as she walked into the bedroom.
When she saw him, her mouth hung open for a moment. "Why was my husband so hot?" she mumbled to herself, turning away when her husband smirked, knowing she was staring at his nine-pack abs. Her face flushed and turned tomato-red.
"I-I'm g-going downstairs," she squeaked as she dashed downstairs.
Denise recognized Antonio when she heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs. When he entered the living room, she returned her attention to him. "Hey, come on, at least I'm not completely naked," he laughed as he turned to face her and grabbed her chin with his thumb, forcing her to look at her. He chuckled as he picked her nose.
"My wife is so adorable, you don't have to be shy, ma chérie. My body is all yours," he whispered huskily as her face blushed once again.
"I love seeing you like that, it reminds me how lucky I am to have you in my life," Antonio said as he kissed her forehead.
~
The police searched the entire apartment, looking for fingerprints in every corner. There was, however, nothing.
"Sir, we found this note under the bed," Juancho said as he handed the note to Antonio and slowly opened it; it was written in the victim's blood.
"How's my gift, Detective Antonio. Too late, right? I also felt sorry for your colleagues. Anyway, I just want to know how's my sweetie doing right now. Can you please tell her how much I missed her? and wait a little longer when the right time comes. I will take her back from you. So don't let your guard down, Detective, because she's mine from the start."
After reading the note, Antonio clenched her teeth, tore them, and tossed them into the trash can.
"Search again, don't miss every corner. Juancho tries to hack the victim's phone. We need to catch him as soon as possible!" Antonio commanded her team. "Yes, sir," Juancho replied. "I will not that jerk be near to my wife, he can't take her from me," he said as he clenched his teeth.
"I can't wait any longer; this has to stop, and he has to stop," he added.
~
Denise awoke and looked out the windows, only to see a cold night. Antonio was watching the news as she walked downstairs.
"One of the police officers was discovered brutally murdered in an alley and his body was set on fire," said the news reporter.
"Oh God, who would do something so evil?" she exclaimed from behind the couch. Antonio jumped and turned off the television.
"I-I h-have no clue, we're still investigating it."
"Antonio, I'm scared. What if Mike did that because of me? What if he killed your colleague because of me?" she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.
"Shh, calm down, ma chérie. As long as I'm alive, no one will hurt you again," he paused. "I'm here to protect you, I promise," Antonio said as he hugged her back tightly as Denise looked up and smiled at him. Antonio then lightly kissed her forehead.
Suddenly, Antonio's phone rang. "Chérie, I need to pick up this call first; go to bed now; you need to rest," he said, as Denise nodded and went upstairs. He then picked up the phone and dialed Juancho's number.
"Have you found him yet?"
"We can't, sir. He committed this crime flawlessly, and we can't even track and find any evidence from the victim's phone," Juancho explained.
"F*ck, but we've got to stop him!"
"But we don't know where to look for him," Juancho explained.