The room was in darkness. Then the door shut behind her. She could feel someone's presence in the room. She wasn't alone. She trembled with fear. Her heart raced at a speed.
"Denise, I am glad you could make it."
Annabella recognised the voice. "Shit! What games are you playing, you bastard?" She ran her fingers around the walls looking for a light switch. She found one.
She stared at Desmond. "You got it wrong. I am not Denise. You...fool...idiot. Get me out of here, you fool."
He gave her a cold stare. "You think I don't know the difference? You may be identical twins, but I know my Denise. What I would like to know is why you had to run away from me. You thought to make a fool of me, didn't you?"
"I am not Denise," she pleaded with him.
"Denise, I am not a violent man and don't provoke me. If you should try once more, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Now, stop standing there, take a seat."
Annabella ignored him. Her tears were now flowing down her face. She couldn't blame him for thinking she was Denise. Only family members knew the difference. Impossible to tell them apart.
He gave her a weak smile. "Today was supposed to be our wedding day. You didn't turn up obviously but I am glad you turned up for our honeymoon." He reached for her. He was ready for her. "Foreplay my ass!"
She kicked and spat and swore. He ignored all that.
" You are my woman now."