What's she Worth to You?

Quality Time

N O A H

His hands lay on my neck, my eyes staring down at the trough filled with freezing cold water. I shudder at the thought of being trapped below the surface, but this isn't my first time in this position. Quite frankly, this isn't even my first time staring down at the water this week.

"You've been very disobedient, my dear." His voice comes from behind me, I can feel his warm breath on the back of my neck, the quick change in temperature causing my hairs to stand on end.
"You know what happens to girls who disobey, don't you?" I suck in a deep breath, knowing that I'm going to need it later.

"They get-" his hand grabs my arm with a tight grip, his nails digging into my skin. He leans in extremely close to me, his face buried in my hair, and his lips brushing the tip on my ear.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" He spits out, exaggeratedly enunciating each syllable of every word that comes out of his mouth. I close my eyes gently and take a deep breath, shaking my head. I know better than to say another word. I should have known better before, that was my fault.
"That's what I thought." He takes all my hair in his hands, pulling it out of my face.
"One of these days you are going to respect me, Noah Grey." One of his hands creep down to my shoulders, the other slightly pushing down on my head.
"After this, it might just be today." Without giving me as little as a warning, he forcefully shoves my head into the trough. The cold water hits me like a slap to the face, taking me by surprise. He pushes me farther into the water, making sure there's no possibility for me to push myself back up. This far into his sick, twisted game I know better than to struggle at the first punch. It's a process, and if you just relax and don't give in so quick, it tends to be easier.

He finally pulls me back up and my lungs desperately attempt to make up for lost time. Taking slow, deep breaths.

"Aw, I'm sorry, too much?" He asks in a plastic concerned voice before chuckling and dunking my head back into the water, the cold surprising my senses once again. His grip on my neck is tight, he's pushing me harder. This means he's angry, which is not good for me.

I'm ripped from below the surface once again, gasping for breath. Yet, he sees my struggle and gives me no time to catch up. He growls angrily and pushes me back underwater.

This isn't right, he usually waits for me to catch my breath. Why isn't he waiting? I fight against his grip, trying to push myself back up to the air but my efforts are all in vain, he's far too strong. A black cloud forms around my vision and my body slowly begins to give in right as he yanks me back to him. My lungs desperately claw at any air that they can grab a hold of, heavy, deep coughs falling from my mouth. My body shakes in fear at the thought of being breathless once again.

His hand grabs the nape of my neck and I let out a terrified whimper as he pulls me closer to his face.

"Feeling helpless, are we?" He whispers and a quiet sob escapes my lips as I nod my head. His quiet arrogant laugh fills my ears as he forcefully lets go of me, before grabbing onto my shoulders again and pushing me towards the water again. A violent scream comes from the back of my throat, yet I'm surprised when he stops my face just before it falls below the surface.
"This is what you have to look foreword to if you disobey me again! Got it?" He yells and I nod my head quickly.
"Next time, you will die with your head in this trough, do you understand!" I nod my head again, and he pulls my hair aggressively.
"Say it!" I take a moment to gather my words before saying them out loud.