[It's too late before Bela sees Gabriel coming around the corner; it takes even longer for her to feel his hands on her, the way his fingers press in hard. She yelps in surprise, trying to get away from him, struggling a little in the effort.]
Let go of me!
[When she looks up at the face of the person who had her, Bela doesn't see Gabriel. Instead, she sees her father, looming over her and looking just as terrifying as she remembers him to be.]
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Let go of me!
[When she looks up at the face of the person who had her, Bela doesn't see Gabriel. Instead, she sees her father, looming over her and looking just as terrifying as she remembers him to be.]
No. You're dead..you're dead!