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I sank in the water, being pulled deeper and deeper into the black lake. The moon was a speck of wrinkled light drifting farther and farther away.

I needed air.

I struggled with my bindings trying not to panic. If I paniced I was dead for sure.

I pulled at the rope binding my feet and broke off several nails doing so, my fingers bled, but I oculdn't feel the pain.

I was numb.

I wanted to gasp for air. My lungs ached, beyond control. My hair swished in front of my face blocking my view.

I hit the bottom of the lake. I could feel the hard sand against my skin. A huge contrast from the icy smooth water. I felt like a rock someone threw, a blob of lifeless mass.

Only I wasn't lifeless. I knew what was going on, and I couldn't stop it.

I was going to die here. I was going to die and rot and bloat under the water fish eating at my skin. I wanted to scream, but didn't dare open my mouth.

Then darkness.