Best Friend Obsession

“I need to get away from him,” she exclaimed as she continued running.

“Denise!!” she heard him call her name as she tripped over something hard that scraped against her skin the second she looked back.

She fell to the cold ground and whimpered in pain as blood began to form in her wound. She tried to stand up as she heard a branch snap and began to panic.

“Found you, my princess,” a voice laughed as she jumped in surprise.

She then looked straight ahead and noticed Mike leaning against the tree, his arm crossed across his chest.

The only light showing was the moonlight. Her breath increased as he walk closer to her as he gently grabbed her and kneeled to examine her wound.

“Let’s go, your wounds need to be clean,” he said as if nothing happens. But as soon as Mike let go of her leg, she started to back away from him but her back hit a tree causing her to whimper.

“Don’t try to escape, my princess. You’re just wasting your time,” he said he smiled at her.

Denise felt the pain in her leg burn like hell as she started whimpering in pain. Nike then hurriedly pick her up in a bridal style with a little struggle from her but she stopped struggling when she get tired.

When she grabbed his shirt into her fist she guessed in pain. “Don’t move, we’re almost there,” he said.

“Ni! I don’t want to go with you!!” she yelled as she began to struggle again as they reached his house and all the lights were off except the living room. Mike sat on n the couch and walk into the room as he came back with a red box in his hands.

He then took his hoodie and now he was wearing a V-neck shirt, which hugged his body as he sat on her coffee table and gently placed her keg into his lap.

He opened the box and inside was all kinds of medicine for a first aid kit.

“This is going to sting,” he whispered as he took a piece of cotton drenched in alcohol.

He wiped it over her causing her to wince in pain as he wrapped her leg in gauze and another wrap to secure the gauze.

“Done,” he whispered but enough for her to hear.

“Can I go home?” she said without blinking but Mike just remain silent. “Mike, I’m begging you please let me go. You’re not like this please stop it now, ” she begged as her tears burst out.

“I can’t, you’re mine, Denise and you need to accept that,” he said, rubbing circles on the side of her leg, making a chill run down to her spine

“I can’t accept it! you killed my husband! I know you Mike you’re not like this. please I’m begging you to let me go now and let’s forget everything,” she said as she was trying to convince him.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Sorry but I can’t. Now that I have you. I can’t let you go again.’

~

Denise awoke to the sun streaming through the curtains. She sat up naturally, noticing Mike sleeping on the couch by her side.

He was silently snoring. “I have to get out of here,” she said quietly as she saw the door open. She calmly crawled the other way and tiptoes the door, opening it and running down the steps and out the door.

She ran and ran until her lungs felt like they were about to collapse.

She paused for a moment to catch her breath as she heard her breathable.

“Denise!’ she heard Mike yell.

“F*ck he’s already awake,” she whispered to herself and started running once again.

“I need to get out of her and find some help,” she whispered as she continued to run.

Suddenly, she was tackled to the ground and flipped over as her back struggled, and she felt her head collide with the cold grass.

Mike straddled her waistband and gripped both of her wrists as he drew a syringe from his pocket and injected it into her left arm.

Denise’s body became paralyzed and she was unable to move. “Didn’t I tell you last night that you can’t get away from me anymore, and I mean exactly what I said?” his voice was dark and angry as Denise’s felt her eyes droopy.

“I hate… you,” she whispered, she saw how Mike’s expression changed before her eyes slowly closed.

Hearing those words both saddened and enraged him. Denise’s eyes slowly closed, and he knew the drug had kicked in.

He snatched her waist, lifted her, and tossed her over his shoulder. “I need to keep her where she can’t get away,” he mumbled.

When Mike entered his house, he went around the back, where there was a cellar door.

He then hurriedly opens one of the doors and walks down the dimly lit steps, Denise still on his shoulder.

He walked over to where he had installed a restraint with a chain that connected to the wall and at the end of the chain was a handcuff for each of them.

He threw her down on the cold tiled floor and grabbed one of the restraints, tightening it around her wrists as he did the other.

There were about two feet of chain left so she could stand up. Mike then exited the cellar by closing the door, wrapping the chains around the handle, and locking it five times.

He then put the key in his pocket and went straight to his house, where he hurriedly checked the cameras he had installed to make sure they were working properly. The camera was positioned so that he could see her clearly.

~

Denise woke up in a dark, cold room as the only light was coming from a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.

She then slowly sat up as she felt her arms heavier than usual.

When she looked into her arms she saw a restraint in both wrists.

“Sh*t! he did it again,” she mumbled as her tears burst out.

She gathered all her strength and stood up as she tried yanking on them.