Folding my arms across my chest, I slipped beneath the surface of the water, my hair swirling around my face. I let out some air, the sound of the bubbles racing for the surface loud in the water. I let out some more, wondering darkly if I shouldn’t let it all out. If I shouldn’t breathe the water instead. End myself before the bastard who took me could be the one to do it. See him try to blackmail my father with a corpse. There would be no reason to harm Tessa then, either. No more time spent in a cold, dank cell underground. No more guilt. Just… nothing.
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