Leafia thought she was safe when the professor found her. When she woke up, she found herself in a blindingly white basement with no visible windows or doors. Her hind paws shackled to the floor by steel cuffs and chains and her front paws shackled to the ceiling with matching steel cuffs and chains. The anthropomorphic sprigatito struggled, her paws slipping on the damp tiles. She was wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini. At least her wounds from wild Pokémon battle were healed. Leafia cried out for someone to help her. Noone came. Come to think of it, has she ever owned a bikini like this?
Where am I? What is this place? Why am I shackled like this?
This did not look like any of the routes that Leafia was familiar with since hatching from her egg. Lukewarm water seeped up from the tiled floor of the basement. The water was cool and refreshing. The water quickly rose up to her ankles. Helplessness was not a feeling that Leafia liked. She whimpered. Her tail bristled as her bewilderment slowly morphed into hysteria.
The water lapped around her midsection before it rose again, as if someone was controlling it to make sure she teetered on the edge of panic and contentment. Not allowing Leafia to catch her metaphorical breath. The rusty chains fixed her in place. Her chest tightened. What if the water did not stop until it touched the ceiling above her?
Bubbles escaped from her nose. Her tears turned into waterlogged gargling. Her mouth filled with water as she could no longer keep her face above the waterline. All of her struggling had loosened her bikini strings so her bra and panties, thanks to the added pressure of the rising water, slid down her thin, green body. She was too focused on the fact that her head was spinning from a lack of oxygen to care that she was exposed. She had been begging so much that she had not gotten a chance to hold a full breath.
…I…have…to…swim to…the surface…Can't…breathe…
Leafia could feel her cheeks turning blue from a lack of oxygen. Water lapped around her ears. All she could hear was her own heart pounding. Her body lost its fight against the water. As the air bubbles from her nose and mouth slowed, her vision blurred and doubled beneath the water, her mind went completely blank. She stopped jerking her arms and legs. The chains and shackles stopped rattling, sinking into a resting position. Her last thoughts were not of this basement, but of the meadows where she was born. All of her friends and those sunny days swimming in the stream, sleeping in the lush green grass of the meadow, shaded by trees and collecting and eating juicy berries. Leafia's eyes drifted closed for the last time as she sank further and further from the surface, until she rested on the floor of the basement with her shackles and chains. The whole process, once her head was fully submerged, took less than ten agonizing minutes.