I’m lying on the bed, towels under my upper half. He sprinkles water over my face, giving me a taste of what’s to come.
Then the pillowcase is over my face- it’s folded, not put on like a hood. He presses it down, so I can feel the pressure. I can breathe through it still, but I know it won’t last long.
He poured the water. It drips through the fabric into my mouth and I hold my breath, until I can’t. And I’m gasping and I can’t breathe I can’t breathe.
His hand is pinching my nose closed, the other around my throat.
And then the pillowcase is gone and I’m gulping in breaths of air, gasping.
He gives me a kiss and asks if I’d like more.
And again. And again.
And then it’s Saran Wrap.
You can breathe, a little, through the wet fabric. Saran Wrap is suffocating. There is no air.
And when you pour water over it?
Pure fear.
I tap out.
He hits me with the wet pillowcase, then shoves it over my head, kisses me through the wet fabric.
Romance.
