“What the fuck?” Before I could register who spoke, the guard was pulled from me and thrown—yes, thrown—against the opposite wall. His body slammed into it, and he slid down to his ass with a grunt. I adjusted my hold on the bottle, my chest rising and falling faster and faster. The monster was back above the water, coming around behind me. For the second time this week, he sported that same greasy smile as he looked at me over my shoulder.
