To own is to… Tyrannize

Ijolt awake, gasping for air as icy water is hurled at me. I’m in the ocean, each breath a struggle for air, but only water comes. My hands jerk, tied somewhere above me, but still, they struggle, reaching out for Renee. The water fills my nose, my lungs and eyes, but still, I strain for the sound of her gargled screams. My head is wrenched up, and if I could scream with her, I would. I’m forced to sit, both my shoulders flaring in pain as they’re bent and pulled behind me at unnatural angles, still secure in my restraints.