flickering seductively.
"So where's the Tchaikovsky, or Barry White?"
He flips the taps on to fill the tub.
"I don't play by rules."
"No kidding."
The water pressure in here must be phenomenal. He's already switching them off.
"Come here."
Willingly I walk into his arms across cold white marble tiles. The candlelight is reflecting off the huge wall to wall mirrors. I love seeing us together. Finally! Hmmm , perfect couple if you ask my opinion. Not that anyone will.
What are you doing ? Gasp!
He just picks me up and plunges me into the tub. His hand firmly holding my waistband. Make me look like a toy. Wait!
I grip his arm, opening my mouth to speak when he fully submerses me and I swallow a mouthful of water. Choke! Fighting for breath. Let me up! Seithe! Lashing frantically I struggle with his strength. No grip! Panic overrides everything else. Thrashing desperately. Air! Air! I need to breathe! No!
Betrayal, hurt, fear, burning pain in chest. Save yourself! No! Please no! Nooooo! I don't want to die! Water, breathing in. Please! Sobbing . Can't breathe ! Eyes burning. Chest closing. Wild thrash! Scratching at the arm holding me under. Clawing desperately!
PLEASE!
I fucking trusted you! My instinct is to draw air. I can't prevent it no matter how hard I try to fight it. HELP! My mouth opens and I breathe in. Frantic lashing, struggling, twisting. Fight! Water!
LURCH.
Inhale. Huuuuuuuuh. HAAAAAAAAAH. Cough . Water spills out of my mouth. He lifts me out of the bath. Frantic, I slide, crawling desperately to get away from the FUCKING MADMAN! Wracking c ough . I still can't breathe. Thump . More water comes spewing out of me. I'm alive. Barely.
Get away. NOW! Burning lungs. Tears blurring vision. Chest severely aching. Head throbbing.
GET AWAY!
Trying to stand, slipping on the cold floor. Fall. Ouch. Bump . Eyes burning. Everything feels heavy. Urgency clutches me.
Somehow, from where I don't know, my voice screams out of me when he clamps a hand on my ankle. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
Hack. Cough. Fighting for breath.
Phoebe run .
"Wait!"
" Fuck off! "
Claw, crawl, get away! Kick at hand. On knees, almost on feet. Run !
He's got me. OH GOD, NO!
" Stop panicking. "
"YOU JUST TRIED TO DROWN ME YOU INSANE LUNATIC!"
Hand firmly on my shoulder, thumb in the hollow above my collar bone. Pressing down painfully.
His voice commands sternly, "Calm down."
Black. The sloshing bath ... his voice ... fades. Slump.
*
My eyes open and I become aware that I'm lying on something very cold and hard. Recollection comes flooding back, and I sit up rapidly, ready to bolt. His hands push me back down and he holds me so tightly that I know this is it. Now I'm dead for sure.
"Do not speak. Try to remain calm."
I stare up at him. Wounded.
How could you do this to me?
I'm fighting tears of betrayal and hurt.
I was smitten, and you just wanted me here to destroy. I don't want to di e.
This realisation makes me start sobbing with anticipation. Held down against my will by my beautiful insane man. I'm not ready. Sob. Wail .
"Phoebe, please. I need you to understand why I did that."
" Why? You're fucked up, that's why! "
WAIL!
"I need you to remember how you're feeling. Why did you fight me so hard? What for?"
"Because I'm not ready to die!"
Sniff!
"What were you fighting for?"
" Life! My life! "
"Specifically, what were you fighting for?"
I try to sit up, but he holds me down.
"Air!"
"Why do you need it?"
"To breathe."
"Remember this. I need you to remember this ."
" I'll never bloody forget it! "
"Phoebe, you are going to be given a choice soon. When you get that choice, I want you to remember this panic. Why you fought me. I need you to remember how much you valued life and breath. Your heartbeat."
I'm broken. I'm just broken. I turn my head away, sobbing hysterically.
He lifts me off the floor, cradling me across his legs in his arms. Covering me with kisses. He's so warm.
"It was the only
"So where's the Tchaikovsky, or Barry White?"
He flips the taps on to fill the tub.
"I don't play by rules."
"No kidding."
The water pressure in here must be phenomenal. He's already switching them off.
"Come here."
Willingly I walk into his arms across cold white marble tiles. The candlelight is reflecting off the huge wall to wall mirrors. I love seeing us together. Finally! Hmmm , perfect couple if you ask my opinion. Not that anyone will.
What are you doing ? Gasp!
He just picks me up and plunges me into the tub. His hand firmly holding my waistband. Make me look like a toy. Wait!
I grip his arm, opening my mouth to speak when he fully submerses me and I swallow a mouthful of water. Choke! Fighting for breath. Let me up! Seithe! Lashing frantically I struggle with his strength. No grip! Panic overrides everything else. Thrashing desperately. Air! Air! I need to breathe! No!
Betrayal, hurt, fear, burning pain in chest. Save yourself! No! Please no! Nooooo! I don't want to die! Water, breathing in. Please! Sobbing . Can't breathe ! Eyes burning. Chest closing. Wild thrash! Scratching at the arm holding me under. Clawing desperately!
PLEASE!
I fucking trusted you! My instinct is to draw air. I can't prevent it no matter how hard I try to fight it. HELP! My mouth opens and I breathe in. Frantic lashing, struggling, twisting. Fight! Water!
LURCH.
Inhale. Huuuuuuuuh. HAAAAAAAAAH. Cough . Water spills out of my mouth. He lifts me out of the bath. Frantic, I slide, crawling desperately to get away from the FUCKING MADMAN! Wracking c ough . I still can't breathe. Thump . More water comes spewing out of me. I'm alive. Barely.
Get away. NOW! Burning lungs. Tears blurring vision. Chest severely aching. Head throbbing.
GET AWAY!
Trying to stand, slipping on the cold floor. Fall. Ouch. Bump . Eyes burning. Everything feels heavy. Urgency clutches me.
Somehow, from where I don't know, my voice screams out of me when he clamps a hand on my ankle. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!"
Hack. Cough. Fighting for breath.
Phoebe run .
"Wait!"
" Fuck off! "
Claw, crawl, get away! Kick at hand. On knees, almost on feet. Run !
He's got me. OH GOD, NO!
" Stop panicking. "
"YOU JUST TRIED TO DROWN ME YOU INSANE LUNATIC!"
Hand firmly on my shoulder, thumb in the hollow above my collar bone. Pressing down painfully.
His voice commands sternly, "Calm down."
Black. The sloshing bath ... his voice ... fades. Slump.
*
My eyes open and I become aware that I'm lying on something very cold and hard. Recollection comes flooding back, and I sit up rapidly, ready to bolt. His hands push me back down and he holds me so tightly that I know this is it. Now I'm dead for sure.
"Do not speak. Try to remain calm."
I stare up at him. Wounded.
How could you do this to me?
I'm fighting tears of betrayal and hurt.
I was smitten, and you just wanted me here to destroy. I don't want to di e.
This realisation makes me start sobbing with anticipation. Held down against my will by my beautiful insane man. I'm not ready. Sob. Wail .
"Phoebe, please. I need you to understand why I did that."
" Why? You're fucked up, that's why! "
WAIL!
"I need you to remember how you're feeling. Why did you fight me so hard? What for?"
"Because I'm not ready to die!"
Sniff!
"What were you fighting for?"
" Life! My life! "
"Specifically, what were you fighting for?"
I try to sit up, but he holds me down.
"Air!"
"Why do you need it?"
"To breathe."
"Remember this. I need you to remember this ."
" I'll never bloody forget it! "
"Phoebe, you are going to be given a choice soon. When you get that choice, I want you to remember this panic. Why you fought me. I need you to remember how much you valued life and breath. Your heartbeat."
I'm broken. I'm just broken. I turn my head away, sobbing hysterically.
He lifts me off the floor, cradling me across his legs in his arms. Covering me with kisses. He's so warm.
"It was the only
Similar Books
