Chapter 8: Weird feelings

Mike's heart melts when he sees Denise enjoying herself while playing with Harold. Mike thought Denise seemed like she would be a wonderful mother to their children someday. "She is everything I want," Mike said to himself as he smiled. Mike's love for Denise became deep. Ronnie tapped his shoulder and said, "Dude, you look like a lunatic when you are in love." Well, I am just glad," he told him, "and thanks for all your help." No problem, buddy. I've been there too, and I understand it. You know, we're a little bit the same. I hope she understands you too, "Ronnie said, as he was looking at Denise.

Ronnie turned on the TV and said, "Hey, the man we killed yesterday is on TV, bro." Then, Mike takes a seat on the couch, and he notices Denise crying softly but secretly.

"A 19-year-old teen, Richard Ramos, was found dead in his bedroom, and we found some bottled beer beside his body, so they said it might have been an accident due to his alcohol tolerance, but it is still under investigation because they don't have any evidence yet. Also, two teens, Mike Kristoff Murgoci, age 19, and Eesha Denise Colly, age 18, went missing yesterday morning, "

Mike exclaimed as he turned off the TV, "F*CK!" Ronnie tried to calm him. "They have no idea where we are; all they know is that you guys went missing," Ronnie said.

Samantha yelled, "OK, guys, breakfast is ready!" So, they all stood up, headed to the kitchen, and ate their breakfast silently.

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After the news about their missing. Denise had no idea how many days had passed. The only thing she knew was that she had been kidnapped by his best friend and had no idea where she was and what exactly Mike was planning for her.

She felt protected since she was seated in a large bed with her knees pulled close to her chest. Her eyes swelled even more as she thinks her misfortune. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She must remain brave to escape from her best friend. She wishes to return home. That was all she wanted.

The only thing she'd been doing was sitting alone in that dark and dingy room. She was frequently left alone. Mike's friend came to visit them, and that was the only time she saw other people.

Her mind was filled with a slew of varied emotions. She'd never felt so terrified and alone before in her life. She was exhausted. She gets a shiver up her spine when she thinks of how Mike says that he's going to teach her how to be a good wife. Denise believes Mike is going to marry her, but Denise assures herself that this will never happen.

Denise needed to get out of her current situation. She needed to get out of this dimly lit area. She's got to get out of here. She is unconcerned about the consequences. She couldn't stay in that room and hope for help. As a result, she got out of bed and pulled away from the black fabric that was wrapped around her body. Then she stalked over to the door and began banging and kicking it in the hopes that it would suddenly open. It may have sounded frantic, but she was at a loss as to what to do.

Her chest was wrenched by stifled tears. Because she couldn't hear anything else, she cried out, "Please, can someone help me."Her screams and sobs were the only sounds she could hear for days. She pounded her fist into the wooden door and continued to slam her fist into the door until her hands hurt. She is disappointed. She was oblivious to the pain. Her muscles, bones, and guts rubbed against each other as she sobbed.

Her knees buckled beneath her without her being able to stop them, and she dropped down in sobs and heavy breathing on the floor just a few steps from the door. Her heart was pulling in and out of her chest as she placed her forehead against her shaking palms. She began to rock her body back and forth on the floor, silent tears streaming down her tear-streaked face. Through her sobbing, the only thing she could say was, "Hey, can someone hear me? Please, help me! "

Even though she was probably just on the floor for a few minutes, it felt like she had been sitting there for hours. She was startled when she heard heavy footsteps outside the door. Her eyes widened, and she turned to face the door in front of her. She murmured, "Oh no, it was him," as she trembled in fear.

The tall, black-haired man stood in front of her as the door slowly creaked open. He was dressed simply in a t-shirt and slacks. His lonely dark grey eyes were full of sadness as he stared at me. She wanted to hug him, but she was afraid of his best friend. Mike took large strides closer to her. She felt a wave of fear wash over her. Mike made her feel weak.

"What are you doing—" she gasped, her gaze moving up to meet his calm, dark grey eyes guarding her. Mike walked closer to her, and her body froze as he embraced her tightly. "Te amo más que a mi Vida mi Princesa, así que por favor ámame también," Denise didn't understand what Mike was saying as he whispered at her, and she couldn't even explain the possession she saw deep within him. Mike's tears began to fall, and she was startled when Mike said, "Tell me what I'm going to do so that you will love me too. Please tell me." He was crying as he hugged her. Denise wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't understand why she hugged him back, and she began to caress his back as she was trying to comfort him.