"What could be in that drink Bakura gave me?" Mahaad wondered aloud after the thief had left the room, his head still pounding from earlier. "I don't think I want to find out what it does."
The priest's breathing had returned to its normal rhythm at least, although he still felt too tired to try to do anything. Magic wouldn't help him anyways with those blasted magic-sucking chains holding him down.
While he lay there, he heard water dripping off somewhere in the distance.
He examined the shackles that bound him, experimentally hitting them against the table he tried to see if there was any way he could get them off or break them. He sighed. It didn't seem easy to get free, and he didn't think Bakura would be letting him go anytime soon. He soon resigned himself to sitting and waiting around until Bakura got back.
The water drips seemed to get louder, and Mahaad felt himself growing annoyed at the sound.
"Why is that sound so annoying to me? I shouldn't be getting so annoyed at this."
He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, but realized it was pointless as he could still hear the ever louder water dripping to the floor. It seemed much more often than before too.
Mahaad pushed himself up and tried to see if he could find the source of the dripping water, but he could only see a small puddle of water slowly growing as it flowed into the room. It was very strange, he didn't think the water was dripping that fast. The puddle continued to grow rapidly as the magician watched, spreading out across the room. "At least that awful dripping sound stopped" he said to himself.
He could hear the water pouring onto the floor from outside of the room now, and the puddle was spread out across the whole floor now.
"Bakura wouldn't really leave me here to drown would he? No, he's too smart for that" he thought. "He's probably just trying to break me down, to mess with my head. He wouldn't just kill me like this." he reassured himself.
The water level continued to rise higher in the room, but Mahaad tried to remain calm, thinking that Bakura would come in and pounce at the first sign of weakness on his part.
When the water level reached about halfway up the table, he glanced down, starting to sweat. The doubt that he had was starting to grow. What if Bakura wasn't playing with him, what if the water was really going to drown him. The Pharaoh would be so distraught, he didn't want his friend to feel guilty about his death. He swallowed, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
When the water reached the bottom of the table, he really started to worry. He closed his eyes and prayed to the gods, flinching once he felt the water touch him and praying faster.
The priest decided he'd rather face humiliation at the hands of Bakura than die and cause the Pharaoh guilt, if that was what Bakura was after.
"Okay Bakura, you got me, come on stop the water" he said a lot more confidently than he felt. In reality he was shaking, hoping Bakura would stop the water from rising. It was almost at his neck and showed no signs of stopping.
"Bakura come on, you're not going to let me die are you? After you went through all of the work of capturing me?" Mahaad was fully terrified now, the water reached the bottom of his chin.
"Help me!" he shouted, trying to force his head higher above the water, but was held back by the chains. He couldn't believe Bakura was just going to kill him like this. He took a big breath just as the water level reached his mouth.
The magician tried to reassure himself again that Bakura would save him as he began to run out of breath. His lungs burned and he needed to breathe. He tried to hold his breath, but couldn't take it anymore. He instinctively took a breath and took in nothing but water. "I'm really going to drown" he thought to himself, not believing the whole situation. He painfully felt his lungs fill up with the liquid, and lost consciousness.
