Eve Gets Wet
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I made these in February of 2019. I don't recall whether there was a special occasion. Does there need to be?
These images are published under Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.
I made these in February of 2019. I don't recall whether there was a special occasion. Does there need to be?
Oooh my, gives new meaning to water torture!
ReplyDelete[A caption I once wrote to the dunking pictures]
ReplyDeleteIt was the shock of the ice-cold water that woke her; by the time Eve knew what was happening, she had taken a breath, half-filling her lungs. Desperately she tried to force it back out, but the pressure made it impossible; her lungs felt like fire, even the attempt to hold her breath beyond her. Her vision was reddening by the time he pulled her out; she hacked out an agonising stream of water, gasped in a mouthful of precious air, then he was shoving her head under again.
It was everything she could do not to cough from the pain in her lungs, but all her instincts screamed that if she did she would die here. But as he leaned forward, pushing her further down with his weight, she realised thar was what he intended. She kicked her leg back, feeling it bump past his knee, but she couldn't muster any strength. The cough forced its way out of her mouth, carrying bubbles of air with it, water pressing in to take its place.
She could still feel his leg against hers; in desperation she hooked hers around his, twising her hips and body, and he stumbled to the side, his weight off of her. Released, she forced herself back, slipping out of the water and falling heavily to the floor.
She sensed more than saw him come at her, and kicked low and hard, striking his knee. He lost his balance and fell, his head striking the side of the tub. He dropped to the floor and lay still, blood trickling from the side of his head.
Eve let out a wracking stream of coughs, expelling the water from her lungs. She wanted to kick him again, but as long as she was down, she didn't dare; if the blow made him stir instead of stay down, she had nothing left to fight him with. Instead, she wriggled her way to a sharp corner of one of the pillars and sawed at her bonds until they broke.
The effort took the last of her energy. Too weak to move, she leaned back against the pillar; her last thought before darkness overtook her was wondering which of them would wake first.
Awesome! Thank you for writing that.
DeleteLove the wet scenes. I was wet in all the right places.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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