Braving the Water: Claire Adams

She’s in the water before she knows it. A single tail cracks across her soaked skin, wet leather biting hard. The sting multiplies. Water runs in every cut. She jerks against the rope, wrists and ankles bound, body strung up like meat. The next lash lands and she chokes out a sob around the fat ball gag shoved between her teeth. Drool pours over her chin, thick, constant, mixing with the water that keeps claiming her. They drop her head-first into the tub. She hangs inverted, blood rushing to her skull, lungs burning while the gag keeps her silent. They yank her up only to dunk her again, the single tail still slicing across her dripping flesh each time she breaks the surface. Her muffled cries echo off tile, lost between gasps and the wet snap of the whip.