Toward them.
But the water held me tighter
than any hands ever could.
And I—
once again—
sank.
My eyes snapped open.
My body moved before I could think, sitting up sharply,
gasping for air.
I gulped down air greedily.
A low hum pulsed in my chest, my head—
even in the air itself.
My eyes darted through the darkness, panic rising.
Had it swallowed me after all?
Was I still trapped inside it?
Breathing became harder.
Tighter.
Until I started choking.
My head spun.
Had they finally gotten what they wanted?
Had they finally managed to get rid of me?
My body began to tremble,
and it felt like I was seconds away from losing the very thing that made me alive.
Then—
a touch.
On my wrist.
And I froze.
Instantly.
Another touch followed—
warm, firm—