30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 29 - BREATHING
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x_erikah_xPrompt #29: Breathing
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Word Count:192
Breathing
By ErikaHK
John choked and coughed, water spurting out of his airways. He stayed on his hands and knees, heaving and wheezing, and had barely drawn a lungful of fresh air when the firm hand on the back of his neck squeezed and dumped his head down once more.
The shock of meeting water made him swallow a huge gulp of the dirty water while his hands flapped around the bucket, trying to push himself out. He felt another fierce grip, this time on his arms, making them twist on his back. He cried out, liquid filling his mouth, desperation running raw in his veins. Dark spots swam around his head, muscles tired of fighting, the tingling climbing up his extremities. He felt his lungs burning, needing, ready to give up and suck in the water in an involuntary reflex.
John's muscles relaxed and the noise of water on his ears became like a lullaby inching him in, closer and closer, the irresistible urge to sleep too much at this point. The grip on reality loosened, and suddenly breathing didn't seem like an urgency anymore. He was taken away, unable to resist any longer.
The End
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x_erikah_xWord Count:192
By ErikaHK
John choked and coughed, water spurting out of his airways. He stayed on his hands and knees, heaving and wheezing, and had barely drawn a lungful of fresh air when the firm hand on the back of his neck squeezed and dumped his head down once more.
The shock of meeting water made him swallow a huge gulp of the dirty water while his hands flapped around the bucket, trying to push himself out. He felt another fierce grip, this time on his arms, making them twist on his back. He cried out, liquid filling his mouth, desperation running raw in his veins. Dark spots swam around his head, muscles tired of fighting, the tingling climbing up his extremities. He felt his lungs burning, needing, ready to give up and suck in the water in an involuntary reflex.
John's muscles relaxed and the noise of water on his ears became like a lullaby inching him in, closer and closer, the irresistible urge to sleep too much at this point. The grip on reality loosened, and suddenly breathing didn't seem like an urgency anymore. He was taken away, unable to resist any longer.
