Mike barely had time to hold his breath before his head went under. And he learned far too quickly that the rope in his mouth was going to make things incredibly difficult. Water seeped in between his lips and the coarse fibers. When he was pulled up, he started coughing and gasping. He shook his head, trying to keep his sodden hair from making things worse.
Even as his mind whirled in panic, angles to keep Briggs out of trouble cropped up. Half formed ideas he needed to hold on to. He tried to speak around the gag, but the added water made it impossible to get even halfway intelligible.
Every time he was dropped slightly, he'd look to the man holding him, true panic registering in his eyes. He was clean! He didn't need it anymore. After about the third slight drop, his panic reached a point that it shifted tracks. Frantic desperation surged up inside him. The man held up by a single point. His own position was precarious but not impossible. With the right twist and leverage he could easily have his bound legs under him. From there getting out of the tub would be as easy as throwing himself out of the tub. It would be about as graceful as a seal hauling itself from the water, but he had to try.
He waited, and just as he felt that drop, just when simple physics ensured the man would have the least grip on the ropes, he moved. He surged toward Hadad, flinging himself and a fair amount of water at him, trying to throw him off balance.
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Date: 2018-09-06 04:56 am (UTC)Even as his mind whirled in panic, angles to keep Briggs out of trouble cropped up. Half formed ideas he needed to hold on to. He tried to speak around the gag, but the added water made it impossible to get even halfway intelligible.
Every time he was dropped slightly, he'd look to the man holding him, true panic registering in his eyes. He was clean! He didn't need it anymore. After about the third slight drop, his panic reached a point that it shifted tracks. Frantic desperation surged up inside him. The man held up by a single point. His own position was precarious but not impossible. With the right twist and leverage he could easily have his bound legs under him. From there getting out of the tub would be as easy as throwing himself out of the tub. It would be about as graceful as a seal hauling itself from the water, but he had to try.
He waited, and just as he felt that drop, just when simple physics ensured the man would have the least grip on the ropes, he moved. He surged toward Hadad, flinging himself and a fair amount of water at him, trying to throw him off balance.