“Hold your breath”

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CW: captivity, manhandling, drowning

The water in the bucket shimmered black. Oryn dropped to a crouch and touched the surface of the water with his fingertips, as if he wanted to test the temperature.

The hair on Jinn’s neck started to prickle and an icy feeling of trepidation ran down his back as a terrible thought emerged in the back of his mind.

Tiny droplets fell back into the endless blackness, forming circles that grew and grew and grew. Jinn stared at them spreading out across the surface until they overlapped. 

His hands were shaking, and he firmly pressed them against his stomach.

He’d never feared water before but right now he did.