"Ahhh f*ck you're mine, Denise, you can't get away from me ah," he hisses as he digs his c*ck deeper into her p*ssy.

"Please, stop ahh stop! Please, someone, help me!" Denise screamed out loud, but Mike ignored her. She cried and yelled for help, but no one came to her aid. Until she felt his hand on her neck, holding it so tight she couldn't breathe.

~

She was interrupted in her dream when she heard something break and looked over at the bedside table to see that it was already nine-thirty in the morning.

She then slid a pair of her slipper as she ran down the stairs...