Thank you very much to Anita Skeeter and I.C. Fire for reviewing the first chapter bit. (crosses fingers and hopes this chapter will get two reviews as well) Also, thank you to Calis-chan who nitpicked this bit.
II - Violation
W-what are you doing?
... Stop! S-stop it!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Stop it!
It was the burning in his lungs which finally awoke him, rescuing him from the nightmare.
Godric's head broke through the water's surface. His arms and legs flailed as his body struggled with overwhelming fear and panic coursing through him like wildfire. He calmed slightly when his clammy hands and their shaking fingers found purchase on the cold ceramic rim of the bath tub.
He choked and coughed out swallowed soapy water and saliva. His stomach muscles cramped, twisting in pain, and he began vomiting what meager contents was in it. What came out was only bile and stomach acid. He had already vomited several times before he forced himself into the hot scalding water, now tepid.
He had been sitting in the bath for hours.
When finally he had emptied his lungs of bath water, and the fit racking him subsided, he vaguely noticed how wrinkled his skin was for having been submerged in water for so long.
And how raw it felt. He had scrubbed himself hard, trying to clean away, futilely attempting to remove the filthy feeling clinging to his flesh like a second dead skin. It was useless.
He still felt dirty.
~*~*~
To be continued.
II - Violation
W-what are you doing?
... Stop! S-stop it!
Let me go!
Let me go!
Stop it!
It was the burning in his lungs which finally awoke him, rescuing him from the nightmare.
Godric's head broke through the water's surface. His arms and legs flailed as his body struggled with overwhelming fear and panic coursing through him like wildfire. He calmed slightly when his clammy hands and their shaking fingers found purchase on the cold ceramic rim of the bath tub.
He choked and coughed out swallowed soapy water and saliva. His stomach muscles cramped, twisting in pain, and he began vomiting what meager contents was in it. What came out was only bile and stomach acid. He had already vomited several times before he forced himself into the hot scalding water, now tepid.
He had been sitting in the bath for hours.
When finally he had emptied his lungs of bath water, and the fit racking him subsided, he vaguely noticed how wrinkled his skin was for having been submerged in water for so long.
And how raw it felt. He had scrubbed himself hard, trying to clean away, futilely attempting to remove the filthy feeling clinging to his flesh like a second dead skin. It was useless.
He still felt dirty.
~*~*~
To be continued.