Denise entered the living room and sat on the sofa. She then took the remote and turned on the television. She kept changing the channel until she found the comedy film she was looking for. She continues to watch it in the hope that it will make her feel better about her situation.
While she was watching the movie, she felt someone kiss her on the cheek, and when she looked up, she saw Mike smiling at her. "I miss you, my princess," he said as he approached and sat beside her. Denise simply remains silent. Mike turned to her and lifted her chin with his big fingers when he noticed her upset expression.
"Don't give me that attitude, Denise," he snarled.
"Don't talk to me like that, as if you care; you're asking me what the hell is wrong with me!? All I want to do is go home and live my life away from you! Can you do it?" she asked, her voice rising slightly.
Mike fixed his gaze on her, his face flushed from what she had said. "You can't go home; you're staying here with me forever!" he exclaimed.
"Come here now, I missed you, my princess," he said, calming himself and opening his arms to her, waiting for her to approach them. But Denise just walked away and went into their room as Mike heard a loud bang of their when Denise locked it.
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"Denise, let's talk," Mike said as he approached her.
Denise, on the other hand, remained silent as she was about to walk past him when Mike grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the wall. She froze as his gaze fixed on her. She had only one emotion running through her mind: fear of him.
"He's not the same Mike I know; everything has changed," she thought to herself as she began to whimper slowly.
Denise took a deep breath and began gazing into his eyes.
"W-what?" she exclaimed, swallowing hard.
"Denise, I truly love you. Is there no chance for us?" Mike asked, his voice breaking with sadness. Denise then felt a strange sensation inside her heart. "Why do I feel broken too?" she wondered as he looked at her.
"I want you," he said softly, slowly moving his face closer to her neck.
"Please let me go..." a fluid of salty water glorified her speckled face as she felt his grip tighten, his teeth clenched. "You are mine; you are to be my wife," he said, fists clenched. His patience was wearing thin, and he was smacking her against the wall as she struggled.
"No! I will never be yours!" Denise yelled as she kicked Mike between the legs as hard as she could, pushing him away with her palms. As slapping noise resounded through the darkroom, she did it without thinking. Denise had smacked Mike across the face with all her strength.
"You're a monster!" she exclaimed. Taking the chance to flee from him, she skirted around his slightly hunched form, swinging the door open to the room.
She'd made yet another mistake in his territory.
She then ran down a hallway and into another, quickly becoming disoriented. Getting away from his house had slipped her mind. Getting away from him
Wrath, on the other hand, made her sprint full force ahead, making sure not to collide with him after she had raised her hand on him. "He is going to punish me once he catches me," Denise whispered as she ran for her freedom.
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Clutching Mike's manhood was one thing,
being slapped by a woman is different especially to his best friend even though she was the woman he loved. He wasn't angry. He wasn't upset. He was in a rage. " My princess testing my patience," he mumbled.
Mike yelled. "Ahhhhh!" Hissing, he couldn't take it while holding his cheek.
"You are mine, Denise!" Going Mike growled noisier as he walked out the door.
His veins are filtered out of the blood, and his face is flushed red from anger and, of course, because of Denise's slap. It didn't hurt him at all. He didn't feel anything compared to some of the beatings he has received and endured as a mafia boss, her slap was more of a bite of mosquitoes.
Following the sound of his girl's footsteps as he was thinking about how he can teach her a lesson since she was always disobeying him.
"My princess, come out!" Hearing her sobs, his eyes darkened as he watched her running away from him while all he could feel was outrage. "All I want is for you to learn to love me too! But why are you being so cruel to me!?" he exclaimed.
Mike had waited a long day, months, or even years for her to love him back, and the wait was over; he wanted her now. He wanted all her love and her kisses. How he wanted to feel her lips on his again, and how he wanted her to fall into his arms.
Mike was going to get his way, even if Denise didn't like it. "We're going to start a family now," he said quietly, moving down the stairs after her as he saw her at the front door, attempting to open it.
He slowed it down, smirking at himself in a threatening stride. She had to do what he said, not only because she belonged to him, but also because he had to keep her safe from prying eyes.
"Denise, my princess," Mike said, in a perilous tone, threatening her.
"Denise, why do you want to run away from me so badly?" he asked.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled back at him. Attempting to open the door as he came to a halt, Mike crossed his arms. His arms were against his chest.
"Where do you think you're going? Did you notice where we are? You and I, alone, on my private island, and that means we can do whatever we want," Mike said softly.
"I despise you, psycho murderer!" she yelled angrily at him.