“I want to watch you drown,” I said.
It was the way you looked up at me, all dark eyes and trust, while my knee pressed against your chest, making it difficult and then impossible to breathe.
It was the way you waited for me.
It made me wonder how far you would go; would you let me hold you under until you had no choice but to press back, your need to breathe outweighing your need to be still?
Would you struggle?
“I want to watch you drown,” I said, and you said nothing in return.
But you reached for my hands and placed them around your throat.