Manhunt (Sequel to Bechloe - Chicago was a mistake)

Chapter 11 - Living Nightmares

Posting a day early because I finished the chapter and was excited for you guys to read it. I think the way I've written this is definitely better than some previous chapters but please let me know what you think.

*Possible trigger warning so this is a warning.*

Beca's POV

"Please. Please. Please" My voice got more and more desperate with each plea but I only got one response, which terrified me.
"We're just getting started."

My torturer kept their word and it did indeed get worse. Every time my head was submerged I felt the seconds that already crawled by getting longer. Either I was being kept under for longer, I was slowly losing my mind or I was getting weaker by the second. I started to feel the ice water slither it's way down my throat and to my lungs, stinging more as it replaced oxygen. I felt as if I was dying and each time I thought I might very well do so I was pulled back up. Every time I would beg for forgiveness and be left with nothing but being drowned. Each time I tried to appeal to her humanity it seemed to get on her nerves a little bit more until one time she just snapped. Instead of dipping me back into my own personal icy doom, her grip moved to my jaw. It became a death grip soon enough and I fell my body go limp and heavy as I soon joined her eye level while still being a little below her. I couldn't see much of her with the surrounding darkness but I was still terrified, maybe it had something to do with the fact that fury was all I could see in the windows to her soul. She opened her mouth to spit words out, evidently carrying spit themselves.
"I warned you, now shut up before I do something I'll regret." After she finished threatening me and the venom of her words seemed to have taken effect as I no longer begged for my basic human right of freedom. I had a sense of self-preservation that I didn't expect, especially for a someone who lives daily with suicidal ideation. I didn't quite know how she was holding me with just one arm until I felt the pain of emptiness in not just my heart but my stomach as well. Once that pain hit me, it wasn't long before the fuzziness overtook any other feelings I had. Her holding me up by jaw restricted the blood flow while forcing me to keep looking up at her. Darkness started to dance in my line of sight and I thought I might get to finally be free of the hands that hurt me, I'm not that lucky though. I felt a small smile grace my lips as I thought for just a moment that my fight may be over. When she saw this she dropped me, probably out of disgust. "I'm not letting you go that easy." I felt the death grip once again only this time it was on the back of my head as her nails dug into my skin. She started pressuring my head back towards the ice water that would soon fill my lungs and, unfortunately, I knew better than to fight back by now.

I found myself screaming into the water but this time when I unwillingly opened my eyes I wasn't surrounded by a freezing fate but a dark room. I found myself panting and a couple of the girls' heads came into view. I then felt someone place a hand on my arm and flinched as I whipped my head around. I'd already shrivelled away from the touch by the time I realised it was an extremely concerned ginger.
"Beca what's wrong?" She seemed extremely concerned about me and even knowing what I'd just dreamt I didn't understand why she was. "You were screaming, so I tried waking you up and at first you wouldn't. I went to get a glass of water to wake you up and you shot up." I felt my face, suddenly realising it was wet. I hadn't noticed it was a new sensation until that moment. After I'd realised it was Chloe next to me I looked, once again, straight ahead of me, at the wall that stood there. I couldn't bear to face her, nor did I have the mental willpower to look at her and not burst out crying.
"Beca? Becs what's wrong?" I finally tore my gaze away from the wall to give her a sideways glance, still not strong enough to meet her eye.
"Nothing, I'm just sorry." I laid down on my back and pretended to try and sleep even though I was really just trying to slow my heart rate. I felt her move away from me but didn't really take much notice as my attention was still captured by my nightmare and my eyes were still closed. I opened my eyes, intending to stare at the ceiling for a bit and blink stray tears away when a quick flash of light temporarily blinded me. I subconsciously panicked, my mind automatically going back to the nightmare. When I turned to where it had come from I found the bathroom door closing, 'damn hotels with the stupidly bright lights'. It was only then that I realised some of the girls surrounding me on the floor were not only awake but extremely confused as well. I'd actually forgotten that Chloe and I weren't alone, I didn't know how but I had. It just took a shake of my head and a small wave to dismiss everyone. I guess their questions and concerns could wait.