She gathered all her strength and stood up, attempting to yank on them. She yanked and yanked, but nothing happened.
She came to a halt after about 15 minutes and sat down on the cold floor, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees.
Suddenly, footsteps approached the cellar, and the door slammed. With a smirk on her face as she hurriedly looked up and saw Mike.
"Tired?" he asked while smiling at her. His voice was tinged with sarcasm.
"Please, please. Let me go, please. Let me get out of here," she begged as she was crying but for Mike, it was just nothing.
"Shhh, don't cry my princess. You can't leave me here, sweetie. This is your new home and I'm your new husband now," Mike said as he stared at her.
"No! I don't want you to be my husband!" she exclaimed, turning Mike's face red. He was furiously looking at her as Denise swallowed hard.
"What exactly did you say?" he inquired, his voice deepening as he approached her.
"I-I don't want to say it again, Mike. "Just let me go, and I won't report you to the cops," she said bravely, hoping to persuade him.
"You're incredibly brave, Denise." "Don't test my patience, sweetie, or you'll be sorry," he smirked at her.
"F*ck you!!" she spat.
"Dirty words for such a pretty mouth, Denise. Don't regret it later," he said as he walked over to a table and then back to her. He then took the object from his pocket and quickly unfastened her handcuffs as Mike dragged her upstairs into his house to his room.
"Let me go!!! Please help me!!" she screamed, hoping that someone would hear her.
"You're wasting your voice, Denise; no one will hear you here," Mike retorted, pushing her into his bed.
"What are you doing, Mike?"
"I'm making you understand that you're mine, sweetie," he smirked as he lifted her shirt, exposing her panty.
"Stop!! Mike get off!!" she screamed as Mike slowly trailed his finger over her abdomen, slid his hand to his panties, and inserted two fingers into her p*ssy.
"F*ck, I miss this," he said huskily as he gently kissed her. Denise tried to push him away but couldn't because he was too strong.
"Ahhh," she moaned softly as Mike pushed his fingers deeper inside her.
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"M-Mike.." he pushes her head deeper into the mattress as his speed picks up, but he wasn't done yet. "I'm sorry! Please stop!" she begs, regretting what she has just said.
Mike's grip on her hair tightened as he lifted her head. "I don't care if you're sorry, Denise; this is your punishment," he said, slamming her hand back onto the mattress. "I-I'm sorry, please," she sobbed, "I promise I'll do everything you want!"
"Liar!" he yelled, holding her head still as his cock began to throb inside her. "How can he be so heartless when I'm still his best friend?" Her tears soaked the mattress, but he continued as if tearing her insides apart.
"P-Please, take it out," she says as her mouth felt dry and panting, her voice barely audible. "It hurts, Mike, please stop it now! It didn't fit!" she begs, clenching her fist tightly in the hope that it will relieve the pain. But the pain is only getting worse every time Mike pushed his huge d*ck deeper and harder into her p*ssy.
"Stop struggling, Denise; it fits perfectly, sweetie; I can feel you gripping around my c*ck," he huskily said.
Denise gives a weak shake of her head. "Y-You're forcing it in!" she exclaimed, her cum leaking out as she felt her p*ssy's soreness. Mike still f*cks her over and over.
Fear began to grip her. "Stop it, please. It's hurting..." she begs again, her eyelids heavy. Each time he thrust in, the pain increased.
~
Denise shivers at the thought of what happened the night before. She walked downstairs, but each step became more painful for her as her eyes watered.
"F*ck! it hurts like hell! How can I escape like this? I couldn't even walk properly. My legs were shaking," she said to herself as she continued to look for a way out of this place as her chest tightened and tears threatened to fall at any moment. She clenched her teeth and dashed downstairs.
But she quickly blinked her tears away as she shifted her gaze to Mike. She attempted to walk slowly back, but Mike noticed her.
"What on earth do you think you're doing?" he ask as his voice turned deep and raspy.
Denise swallows hard as she casts a glance at him. "Is he going to punish me again?" she wondered, her hands trembling with fear.
"Come here," he said, his gaze fixed on her, but Denise remained silent.
"Hurry, sit here," he said, patting the chair beside him. She then hurriedly approached him and sat next to him. While Denise sat nervously, he leaned in and pushed his chair closer to the table. "Can I eat now?" she mumbled as she glanced at him.
"Go ahead, you don't need my permission, sweetie," he said as he placed his hand on her thighs, causing her to shiver and lose her appetite.
"What's wrong?" he asks, as Denise freezes for a moment at the sound of his deep voice.
"Can I use the restroom?" she nervously asks as his grip on her thighs tightens.
"No, finish your food first," he said quietly, making Denise wince. "I'll finish it later, I-I just really need to use the bathroom," Shae said as she stared down to her plate. She really wants to eat, but she can't eat properly if he's there. She simply reminds her of what happened the night before.
"Don't lie to me, sweetie. You know what would be the consequences for lying to me," he said as he slowly took a spoonful of fried beef and rice as Mike held it to her lips. "Open your mouth," he commanded her but Denise just shook her head, knowing that she would probably irritate him even more.
"Mike, I really don't want to eat," she said nervously but Mike forcefully grabbed her face and shoved the spoon inside her mouth.