The water slowed her movement considerably and even if she kicked time and time again, the man’s grip on her didn’t seem to loosen instead she felt the need of air getting more and more desperate for each passing second, then after some more moments of fighting her air ran out and everything became black.<br/><br/>When she awakened again she was drenched, her clothes were wet and cold and she was laying on the ground in what she expected was a cave or a underground burrow bound by her hands and ankles with something that felt like a wooden stick bound as a horse’s bridle in her mouth preventing her mouth to move rather effectively. Not very long from her she could feel the warmth of a fire burning.<br/>