A Kingdom for A Prince (Part 2)

"Oh, I'm deeply sorry, sir, but i dont know you and i haven't eaten yet." I shut the door, but before it closed, he stuck his foot in.

"Desmond Dunn, this is an order."

"Go away or I will dial the police!!" I screamed at him.

"The police can't help you with this one," the man said, trying to force his way in as I tried to close the door on him. Compared to me, he was pretty strong, and the door was about to give way at the sheer brute strength of his. Then I heard Chad's voice from behind.

"Yo, sorry if I startled you, I took a shortcut to get here and I came in from your backyard... Woah, dude! What's going on?"

"Help me, dude! He's trying to take me!" I grunted as i continued to push against the door, dialing 911

"Alright!" Chad was right next to me before I know it, pushing against the door with me to keep the guy out while I struggled to hear my call being picked up. But just when I heard the familiar "911. What's your emergency?" my door gave way through his brute strength and we both fell to the floor as the man towered over us, my phone being thrown away helplessly to the floor and skidded under the fridge. "Shit!"

I ran near the fridge and screamed. "Help!!! There's an intrider!!! It's ××× ×××× Street!!!" Good thing it was still on and didnt hang up.

I got distracted at a scream when I was trying to hear the operator on the other line. I turned to look and see that the man was grabbing Chad by the collar and Chad flailing at him uselessly. He flung Chad away without any effort, causing him to crash onto my coffee table and knocking him out. Then his attention turned to me as he stomped towards my direction

I scrabbled away screaming a last "help!" Before grabbed a knife and easying my way into my bedroom, where i grabbed my pistol.

"You really should just listen to me, Desmond Dunn! It's for your own good!"

I could hear the man's voice booming as his footsteps closed in towards my bedroom. I aimed my gun at the door, holding it like how I've seen Snake does it on MGS games I play, though I couldn't suppress the shakes as I braced myself for the man who was closing in on my direction

I've never actually shot a real gun, but hey how hard can it be? I used to play those gun or war games. I looked around to see if there was any escape, while still aiming the gun. My eyes slowly came to a rest at my window.

"Desmond Dunn! One way or another, you're coming with me!"

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