Drowning was truly not on her to-do list for the day, or night -- she wasn't sure which it was anymore.  She struggled with flailing limbs, scratching nails, kicking legs, but he was far stronger than she was, and each time her head went under the water and her lungs burned anew.  Each time she felt like she was about to die, vision blurring, only for air to return in choking gasps that were ended with rushes of water into her mouth and up her nose.<br/><br/>Three times, and he yanked her up again, pressing her cheek near to his cock, the cock she'd tried to harm because she was mad he asked her a personal question about sex.  Her sex life was her own and she didn't want to share it with him, or anyone.  She was sobbing, hair snagged in his hands and breath rasping.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...."<br/><br/>Her voice was raw, water still running down her face, mixing with her tears.