ANABEL.
The horrifying realization hit me like an iron weight to the gut.
I shoved my hands violently against Vincent's chest, using every ounce of my strength to tear my mouth away from his. I stumbled backward until my spine slammed hard against the cold, damp stone wall across from him, my chest heaving as I gasped for air.
"You... you crude, sick bastard!" I yelled, my voice ringing off the cellar walls, a mix of pure horror and self-loathing choking my throat. I wiped my mouth furiously with the back of my hand, trying to scrub away the feel of his lips, the taste of his blood.
Vincent didn't look bothered in the slightest. He leaned his head back against the stone wall, a lazy, dark grin spreading across his face as he looked down his nose at me.
