myself to calm down and speak as neutrally as possible. “What…what are you doing, Zayn?” “Aren’t you so smart? Don’t act dumb when you know exactly what I’m doing.” He grabs my face, closes my nose, and the moment I gasp through my mouth, he pours the water into it. I splutter and choke, but he keeps pouring and pouring, until I swallow half of it, and the other half drenches my face and neck
