Chapter 16: His prisoner

Denise's eyes began to flicker open, and her head hurt until she noticed herself resting in the backseat of a car, a jacket on top of her as she suddenly remembered everything. "F*ck why I'm so lucky; every time I escaped, he always found me," she muttered.

Denise didn't feel well, and she was terrified of Mike's plan. She sat up and was greeted by those lovely brown eyes peering back at her via the mirror.

"I see you've finally woken up," he smirked at her.

"W-Where are we going?" she asked nervously as she was trying to calm herself.

"We're going home in 5 minutes," he declared.

Denise waited silently until Mike stopped the car in the parking lot, at which when he stepped out and opened her door. He slammed the door behind her and dragged her out to the mansion, his hand pushing hard on her forearm. It's as if she's a prisoner rather than a guest.

Denise followed in his footsteps as they descended a wooden staircase. When they got to the chamber, it looked more like a basement. "What are we doing here?" she asked as Mike opened the door and pulled her inside before entering and locking the door behind him. Then he took large steps towards her, his chest clinging to her body. His gaze was fixed on her. "So now, what do you think your punishment will be, my Princess?" he murmured as Denise began to tremble because it looked like he was planning something bad for her.

"I'm s-sorry M-Mike.. p-please I won't do it again. I p-promise, please... S-sorry," she whispered nervously as she moved backward. "I can't trust you anymore, my Princess, and I'm sorry to tell you this, but you deserve punishment," he added as he approached her, smiling as if he was enjoying the sight.

"Now you will be locked here until you learn from your mistakes and learn to behave; you are not allowed to go out and talk with anyone else." "I want to make it clear between us, sweetie. if you think of doing anything that would make me angry again, I swear you'll regret it this time," he said furiously, turning and leaving the room. She heard the latch close, followed by footsteps upstairs as she say on the floor, and began to cry.

"Why is my life so messed up like this? Why is this all happening to me?" she whispered as she kept crying and looked around. Then, She noticed a small bed and a small lamp on the table and worse there was no window and only a small toilet at the end of the room. Denise does not want to stay in the basement, especially since Mike turned off the light knowing he was afraid of the dark. "He's merciless; he doesn't even care about me; I despise him," she mumbled, her stomach growling.

After a few moments, she heard the door open and Samantha walk in, holding a tray of food and a bottle of water. "Denise, you need to eat, Mike told me to give you this," she said as she saw sympathy in her eyes.

"Samantha, please help me; I need to get out of here, please," she begged.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Ronnie warned me that if I helped you escape, he'd beat me, also there are so many guards outside and Mike set cameras all over the building. He prepares all those things in case you plan to escape again," she replied nervously and got out quickly.

"Great! no one cares about me, sh*t!" she grumbled as she finished all of the food and drank half of the bottled water. "What am I going to do now? How am I going to escape if I'm stuck in this f*cking scary basement!" she exclaimed as she sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. "Maybe some sleep will help," she says.

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Denise had been held in the basement for two weeks. She thinks she has gone insane as a result of her isolation. "I can't be like this; one more day and I'll kill myself," she mumbled. She despises Mike for what he has done to her.

She began to pound on the door, but no one answered as she continued to knock while yelling Mike's name. But no one came as she began to pity herself, which made her cry even more.

She heard the door being unlocked after a few minutes of wailing, and there was her obsessed best friend Mike standing at the door. Denise rushed over and hugged him tightly when she saw him. She has no idea why she did it, but she is certain that she will go to any length to prevent being in this basement again.

Denise noticed Mike's body stiffen slightly as if he wasn't expecting this from her, but his hand rested on her back and after a second he gripped her tighter as she sunk her head into his chest and continued crying. "Please, Mike, I will do whatever you want as long as you don't leave me here," she begged.

"Hush sweetie, I won't leave you here if you just stop crying," he says as he caresses her back and tried to soothe her down while shushing her.

Mike then carried her bridal style as he proceeded up to the top floor, holding her in his arms. When they arrived in their room, he opened the door and walked to the bed, where he sat and placed her on his lap as she felt his length erected.

Denise was in tears because she was ashamed of herself. She was ashamed of what had happened to her and ashamed of how she had surrendered him. She was buried in thought until she heard him start talking. "Denise, will you ever think of running from me again?" he asked her while staring her in the eyes.

"No," she exclaimed, burying her face in his chest. "Good girl! I think you learned the lesson. Sweetie, I want you to know that whatever you think about escaping from me, I will still find a way to find you so better mark my words that you belong to me and because you already learned your lesson, I had a surprise for you later," he smirked at her, making her shiver. "W-what kind of s-surprise?" she asked as her voice quivered but Mike just smiled creepily.