Chapter 144

She didn’t know this man at all, and he looked downright terrifying. Denise tried to bolt for the door, but before she could even take a few steps, the man suddenly stood up and blocked her path. “Move! What are you doing? Who the hell are you?” she shouted, voice trembling. The man shoved her hard. She fell backward onto the bed—he was strong, his arms bulging with muscle, making it obvious this was someone dangerous. Then he turned around, picked up a rope, and started walking toward her. “No… please, don’t…” she whimpered, shrinking back instinctively. He grabbed her foot—her pale skin looked like it’d bruise under the pressure of his grip. Pain shot up her leg, but Denise bit her lip and didn’t make a sound. With one swift yank, he dragged her straight in front of him. “Get off me! You’re a psycho! Let go!” she kicked and clawed, trying everything to fight back. But he didn’t even flinch. In seconds, he had her tied up with the rope and then cuffed her hands and feet to the corners