I shouldn’t have borrowed money from the mafia. Everyone knows that, you simply don’t. fuck. with. the. maffia! Sure, I really needed that money for my… Rent, my ever growing addiction too, but also my rent, and when shit gets desperate, and no one else is willing to lend you some cash, that’s when you go to your friends with “connections”. But then, when you fail to meet the first deadline to pay it back, and then the second, it turns out that these friends weren’t really friends, and that paying back money isn’t as hard as it sounds… And even though you’re trying your best even just to hold down a part time job, you just can feel each second ticking by, knowing you should have paid back ages ago.


I was walking down a street that I knew was under the control of the organization. I know I shouldn’t have been anywhere near that place, but what could I do when the only warehouse that finally decided to give me a job was located on it? It was my first day on the job, and it wasn’t particularly fun, but it passed anyway and I was heading home, trying to get out of that god-forsaken place as soon as I could, taking quick, careful steps with the hood of my coat pulled over my head, hoping that no one would recognize me. I just needed to get out of there alive…


But fate had a different plan for me, and I could soon hear the engine of an expensive car vroom behind me, and the vehicle slowed down next to me, keeping the pace of my walk. I heard them roll down the window, but I didn’t look. I just kept staring in front of myself, repeating some reassuring mantras to myself. “It’s not them, it’s just a sweet lady asking for directions…”


“Hey! What are you doing here?” A deep voice came from the car that I didn’t recognize. “Hello?” My blood froze, but I tried to walk a little quicker, which was difficult on the icy asphalt in my old, torn sneakers.


“Listen Henderson, if you don’t slow down and show your ugly face to me, I’m gonna shoot you in the head! I assume you’re not wearing a bulletproof hood, are ya?” The masculine voice said now a little more threateningly. They were looking for the right person… And they even knew my surname! I was fucked, but I decided that I didn’t wanna go down in such a laughable way, so I slowly took my hood off and turned to the man in the car.


The sight was quite intimidating: a long, black limo was driving by me, and I wasn’t even talking to the driver, but someone a few seats back leaning out of the rolled down window. He was a well dressed, well groomed lion in sunglasses, who smelled of expensive perfume and cigar smoke at the same time; must have been pretty high ranking, I thought to myself, as he looked quite a bit different from the usual look I was used to when dealing with people from the mafia.


“It’s him.” The lion turned to someone in the car that I couldn’t yet see because of the tinted windows, but I soon would, as the door bust open, and a huge bear- he must have weighed like three times more than me- grabbed me by my waist and started pulling me in. I didn’t dare to resist too much, as I could feel the cold, hard barrel of a pistol pressed against my side; this guy would have had no shame in shooting me if I were to make too much of a scene there. But then again, I wouldn’t have stood much of a chance in trying to wiggle out of his grasp anyway, and a mere two seconds later, the car door closed again. But this time, I was inside too.


I was wedged tightly next to the bear who had just kidnapped me: I turned to look at him, but he didn’t look back, staring blankly in front of himself. I could see he had no emotional involvement in the scene, he just did what he was paid for- and by the looks of his expensive black suit, he was paid well. On my other side was a wolf, he looked a little older, but just as massive and strong as his partner, with a little bit of a smirk in the corner of his mouth. The sight of the two men beside me was already quite intimidating, but by far the scariest was the lion sitting across from me, his legs crossed, confidently leaning his elbow against the wall of the limousine as he took a good look at me with an evil looking grin that exposed all of his fake teeth- all of which were made of gold.


“You owe me money.” He said slowly, keeping his grin as if he was amused by the fact that a thousand or so bucks had been missing from his bank account for a few months now. It was clearly just pocket change to him, but he could not let his infamy take a hit by forgiving the debt of some random human loser. He wasn’t the Red Cross, nor a welfare program; what he gave out, he would eventually want paid back.


“I know sir, I know I am… I am so terribly sorry sir, you see I was just trying to get a job here at the warehouse…” I tried explaining myself frantically, a heavy stutter coming into my speech even though I’d never stuttered once in my life. “In fact, I already have the job! They pay ten bucks an hour and I can work ten hours a day! I promise you sir, I’m going to pay you back in… In three months, I swear!”


“Henderson, buddy…” The lion’s grin suddenly turned to a pitiful frown, his speech slowing down even more, and although it got softer, it felt even more intimidating. “Your deadline was five months ago. Then I extended it by another two. I could have shot you dead as soon as those two months were up… But I didn’t. Do you appreciate how charitable I am?”


I nodded rapidly, nearly on the verge of tears as I felt that something was going terribly wrong, but still holding on to a slight bit of hope that I could somehow wiggle my way out of this encounter and buy me some extra time. “Yes sir, yes I appreciate..:”


“NO YOU DON’T!” The lion shouted at me, making me jerk back and shake nervously, tears rolling down my cheek by that point. “I gave you so much extra time, and you fucked it up! You always fuck it up!”


“Just two months, please two more months-” I started begging once again, but after one tiny nod from the lion, my mouth was suddenly covered by a musky, fluffy wolf paw from my right, making me barely able to breathe. As soon as I took a breath, I could feel that this disgusting canine had been scratching his balls before putting his paw on me, the musty, thick smell of unwashed balls was unmistakable on that hand, along with the general sour smell one smells when sniffing below a set of not very well maintained claws. As clean as his outfit was, he definitely needed a nice, long wash of his hands… But for now, sadly only my saliva would get it wet as I tried to pull myself out from beneath.


“I don’t like making examples, I really don’t. But I’m just not willing to wait a year for my thousand bucks back. It’s just disrespectful.” The lion explained, sounding much more calm now that my desperate squeaking was muffled out by the paw on my face. “And I won’t let anyone disrespect me. Take him in, boys. Do what you please.”


I tried my best to beg and plead one more time, hoping that there was maybe just a tiny little bit more empathy in the lion, struggling to get sounds out through the massive paw of the wolf, smelling the musky, warm fur with every breath I took. A blindfold was tightly pulled on my eyes, my limbs tied tightly and uncomfortably to completely immobilize me. The limo stopped as we had arrived at our destination, and I was dragged out of the car by the two, still muffled so that I wouldn’t make too much noise.


I was carried down into a basement, then thrown onto the floor, hitting my head so hard that I nearly passed out. The white light shining into my eyes woke me up however, as my blindfold was taken off, and I found myself in the middle of an empty, tiled room, with the two men standing in front of me, without their boss now. This was the first time I could see the untainted joy and pleasure on their faces; they were clearly sadists who were holding back in the presence of their boss, but now they had been given the green light. I was fucked.


“Kneel! Won’t you show a little respect to your superiors?” The bear commanded me, to which I tried my best to get up from the ground, my head still spinning as I managed to get myself into a position that slightly resembled kneeling, with my limbs all tied up and restrained.


“Tough luck, buddy! But such is the fate of those who don’t take us seriously.” The wolf added, taking off his leather boots and kicking them in front of me, the bear doing the same. “Now sniff.”


I was intimidated, and ultimately embarrassed by the request, but I figured that a little bit of boot smelling was probably one of the least horrible things that would happen to me down there in the following hours. I nodded, not wanting to anger them early on, and leaned down to one of the wolf’s boots, trying to get close. In the end, I had to get down on my stomach again, crawling up close to the boot and pushing my face into it, taking deep sniffs of the terrible, cheesy smell inside. When I felt like I had been sniffing for long enough, I wiggled to the other one, loudly sniffing the sweaty leather; my head was starting to hurt again from the terrible stench, the odor of the soggy, sweaty feet of the canine were still fresh inside of his footwear.


“Alright now sissy, don’t need to get so hooked up on his smell! Have some of mine too…” The bear said, kicking the wolf’s boot away from my face and replacing it with his own. I obediently started sniffing again, nearly gagging from the strong stink. I was by no means an expert on foot smells, but it was apparent that these two men had been wearing those tight leather boots for hours, if not days, and I really couldn’t describe the nose-twisting stench that came out of those nasty pairs of footwear.


Unfortunately however, my captors did not stop at making me smell their boots… In fact, that was only a small introduction to the amount of suffering I would have to endure. After the footwear came naturally the feet, and I watched with horror as the two men pulled off their socks and stepped closer to me. “You wanna give us a massage, buddy?” One of them asked. Of course, I had no interest in giving them a massage of any kind, but I didn’t want to sentence myself to death by resisting, so I replied with a faint nod.


The bear was the first to put his foot in front of me. The foot itself was pretty round compared to other species, although not completely circular- more like a puffy paw shaped pillow, full of the rough, brown fur of the bear. The odor was seriously disgusting; it was clear that this furry had no respect for personal hygiene, or maybe just had been wearing this boot for a… little longer than intended. The cheesy, sulfuric smell made me gag, and as he spread his toes eagerly waiting for my massage, a really strong fungal smell emerged from within, making me almost puke as I saw the chunky, greasy, sweaty fur in between. I hesitated a little, and wanting to make sure, I carefully asked “A-are you going to untie my hand? So that I can give the massage?”


They laughed loudly, in such an evil and sinister way that I wanted to cover my ears. “With your mouth, idiot! Do it with your mouth. But don’t you dare bite, cause if I feel just even a hint of your teeth on my paw, you’re gonna feel my teeth sink into your eyes before you know it!”


I had no interest in losing my eyesight, so I obediently started licking the wide, round paw, feeling the little chunks of debris that partly came from his sock, and partly just buildup from the dead skin cells that accumulated due to him probably never properly washing his feet. The overall taste was just plain salty however, simply because of how sweaty he was. Still, I took some time to clean and massage the foot with my tongue the best I could, my immeasurable disgust somewhat suppressed by my overwhelming fear for my life, and the hope that these guys would let me out in one piece if I just behaved well enough. Oh, how foolish I was…


After I cleaned the two bear paws, I moved onto the wolf, who had very different shaped footpaws. They were much thinner, reminding me more of a human’s feet with fur and the little fleshy pads that were so characteristic of furry feet. It gave me the idea to put it into my mouth and suck on it, something that he seemed to rather enjoy from his giggling and wiggling of the toes in my mouth that triggered my gag reflex a little bit. Contrary to him though, I didn’t enjoy one second of my torture, feeling as the sweaty fur, skin flakes, and debris from under his claws accumulated in my mouth, that I didn’t for the life of me dare to spit out. I had to swallow.


The smell was a little different again, but not much more pleasant… Quite the contrary actually. Eggs and spoiled milk were the first to come into my mind… Like someone had eaten both at the same time, and then started uncontrollably belching into my nose- that’s the only thing I could compare this nightmarish smell to.


Time passed slowly, but finally the wolf stopped me in my tracks, pulling his now soggy, slightly less sweaty and stinky foot out of my mouth. “Alright now, enough foreplay. I came here to fuck, not have myself an exotic massage!” They pulled my pants off and tore off my underwear, revealing my cock underneath. It was not completely flaccid, in fact even a little bit erect, probably because of the fear and the adrenaline rush that was still pumping blood heavily through my body. The wolf gestured towards the ground, signaling me to get down to my knees, which I did with trembling legs. Then he pushed my chest, causing me to fall to the ground on my back. He then grabbed my head and pointed it upwards so that he could get above me and shove his wolf cock into my mouth. It all happened so quickly, but in the matter of mere seconds, he started face fucking me as he grabbed roughly into my hair. “If I feel your teeth, you’re dead.” He reminded me in his unfriendly tone, forcing me to keep sucking terrified, but obediently, while his warm, red balls smacked against my face with a repeating, loud clapping noise. From time to time, he went in super deep and held it there, pushing his sack against my nose super hard. I could barely breathe through the sweaty, hairy testicles, and my throat was blocked by his impressive length.


I hadn’t given anyone a blowjob before, but the way this canine conducted it, it was quite self explanatory- and despite the uncomfortable, salty taste of precum in my mouth, and my spit drooling out from my mouth all over my chest and the ground, I could get used to it… Or rather, disassociate. However, just as I was sort of getting in the rhythm of my oral task, I was faced with something that was a whole lot harder to tolerate.


The bear jammed his massive, throbbing cock into my virgin asshole without any warning or lubrication, causing me to scream like a girl for a second, before quickly shutting up, not wanting to get myself into any more trouble; how foolish it was of me to assume that there was any way I could have made it out of there in one piece.


I felt that the first cumshot was about to come into my mouth as the wolf’s cock started throbbing even harder, and his pace kept getting faster- he was on the edge. I braced myself for the orgasm, which came quite quickly- a thick, warm sludge of cum shot into my mouth, part of it right down my throat forcing me to swallow it as best as I could, trying not to lose too much by coughing it up, as that could anger my captor even more. He kept on thrusting his member into my mouth for several more seconds before finally pulling out, leaving me panting for fresh air, burping up remains of the disgustingly big load of sticky, warm wolf semen.


I wasn’t given any time to rest. The two were ready to switch positions, as the bear pulled out for a moment, and the wolf grabbed me by my hair, lifting my upper body up to support it on his knee. I thought that he was going to choke me as he extended his arm next to my face, but instead of my neck, he aimed for my face with his sweaty wolf armpit, soaking my face in the disgusting musk of the wolf who had just finished in the very mouth he was smothering now. Thick, salty, humid air kept emanating from his pit, with some traces of a deodorant that he may have used that morning, but had certainly worn off by the time I was forced to endure his musky stink, while his rough armpit fur kept tickling my nose with every attempt to breathe. The bear was starting to speed up- seemingly excited by seeing me wiggle and try to escape from the unbearable armpit torture- pounding me even faster and with even more force, before he finally came into me, filling my guts with his seed that came leaking out of my back as soon as he pulled his cock out of my permanently deformed asshole.


Now that the massive member was out of my hole and the wolf finally decided to give me a break from his armpit, I started to ease up a little again, and I could relax a bit… But only a bit. I suddenly lost my vision as something was pulled over my head, covering my eyes and nose. It was the bear’s boot again, a terrible stench that I was unfortunately already accustomed to, but something that I could never get used to. I felt the sweat dripping on top of my head from the inside, making my hair pick up the cheesy, foul stench of the horny bear.


The owner of the boot turned me around on my stomach to that he could have even better access to my hole and suddenly started fucking me again, even though he had finished inside of me just a few moments prior; maybe this was some sort of a punishment round for my bad behavior. I could barely breathe as my airways were sealed by the leather boot, only getting air through the tiny gap that was between my lips and my chin, and suctioning the surface of the footwear to my face with each desperate breath I tried to get.


Thankfully, he didn’t have the energy to keep going for much longer, or maybe the two were running out of time. He pulled out his member from my backside- which had unfortunately completely taken up the shape of his tool by then- and pulled off his boot from my head, pulling it back on his foot now that it wasn’t only stained by his own sweat, but also by my spit, snot and tears that I got in there while I struggled to keep conscious during their brutal and merciless fuck session.


I didn’t have any time to think, beg or try to escape, as the bear harshly got me down on the ground again, then sat on my face. He was incredibly heavy, bulky and quite packed from behind, covering all of my face and chest with his butt, but leaving just enough space for me to breathe through my nose. I struggled with each breath, the power of my lungs competing against his weight to be able to expand my chest and draw some air in, and whatever I got through my fighting, only smelled of bear musk and badly cleaned asshole. While I was fighting for my life, I heard the other guy walking in and out of the room, possibly bringing in some new gear, but not wanting me to be able to mentally prepare myself for what was to come, leaving me to guess nervously about my fate.


When the bear finally got up from my face and let me stand up, I was greeted with the sight of a chair, a bloody, piss and scat stained chair that was probably used to torture many other unfortunate ones before me. The wolf grabbed me by my arm and pushed me down on the chair, taking a long rope and tying me to the backrest, restraining my movement and breathing by an alarming amount. I already felt helpless before, but now it really dawned on me: they could do anything that they wanted to me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. To make sure I couldn’t kick or hit even if I tried, four thick leather belts were used to strap me to the legs and armrests of the chair, set to the tightest possible setting- it felt like literal knives cutting into my skin, and I could physically feel the blood struggling to get into my extremities.


The backrest was pretty high- and I wasn’t a very tall person either- so turning my head became pretty much impossible, and I couldn’t see what the wolf was doing behind me. That was, until something was shoved into my mouth so fast that I couldn’t even instinctively shut it. The cloth filled my entire mouth, felt soggy and salty, and stank so much that I could smell it even through my closed mouth: it was a sock.


I was technically immune to gross stuff by then, but the sock still made me gag, mainly because of its size, and the fact that I was constantly smelling and tasting it, not being able to spit it out due to the wolf’s hands now covering my mouth… And soon my nose. I was breathless, my airways completely blocked out by the ruthless, unforgiving hands of my captor. I struggled and wiggled, trying to set myself free, but only wasting more of my precious air in the process, starting to feel lightheaded as I tried screaming through the sock, through the hand, up the basement stairs and out the door to the streets, for anyone, anyone to help me.


The hand finally let go of me and I could take the deepest breath I’d ever taken in my entire life, feeling as the life returned to my limbs, and my heart rate finally started to slow. My relief however, was quite short lived, as not too long after, a gas mask was pulled on my head, feeling tight, claustrophobic and quite stinky too. I could feel the smell of several other people who had worn this mask before me, I could smell their sweat, their spit, tears… Possibly even their final breaths.


“Well, do you like the smell of the other bad payers? You leeching little parasites all meet the same fate!” The wolf teased me, reveling in the feeling of being so dominant over me, holding a tube in his hand that was connected to my mask. It was hard to breathe and hard to see out of the small windows of my gas mask, which kept getting cloudier and cloudier with each careful breath I took.


He continued teasing me with his smell: he put the end of my tube in his armpit, his musky chest, into his boot… And wherever he put it, I would have to smell. I shook my head weakly, knowing that I wasn’t going to get out of there, but still instinctively putting up a fight any time a new, terrible smell was introduced.


“Alright now, let’s not run out of time. We have other stuff to do.” The bear stepped closer, interrupting the wolf in his sadistic game. He was wearing a piece of strange, plastic underwear, with a curious looking valve right above his asshole.


“Fine… He wasn’t giving too much of a reaction anyway!” The wolf shook his head, pulling down his pants to reveal that he was wearing the exact same underwear under his elegant pants.


The two grabbed a Y shaped hose, connecting two ends to their underwear, and the final one to my breathing tube. I started gasping; there wasn’t enough air in their tight undies to completely fill my lungs, and whatever I managed to breathe in anyway, stank horribly and didn’t satisfy my thirst for air one bit. I wouldn’t have to worry about filling my lungs however, as the first deliveries of gas started arriving in my mask very soon. Almost on command, the two men started farting, making their plastic undies inflate and vibrate, before the gas traveled up my tube and into the mask. I didn’t want to breathe, oh I really didn’t want to breathe… But after a while, the human body gives up in trying to hold it, and instinctively forces the lungs to inhale with as much force as it’s able to produce.


I inhaled deeply, hoping to relieve my thirst for air at least a little bit, but instead what I got was a terribly stinky load of gas that burned the little hairs in my nose down with their potency, and the same, panicked, oxygen deprived feeling, as I realized that there wasn’t nearly enough oxygen in the pair’s fart cocktail to satisfy my brain. I was gasping and filling my lungs, but I kept suffocating, perhaps even more painful than just having my airways blocked and withering away. I was burning up inside, but just couldn’t stop gasping, my survival instincts keeping on hoping that the next breath would finally bring the air, the oxygen that would finally save my life.


I was wildly wiggling in my chair, my chest and muscles contracting, moaning loudly into my sock gag and coughing up the nasty farts from my lungs before gulping down another load. My body was on the verge of passing out, and I could see my field of vision narrowing, and the world getting darker around me as it became harder to focus. My face was red… Hell, my entire body was red, hot and sweating, giving my best fight to try to earn my chance for survival… But I was running out of power, my body was shutting down.


I suddenly lost control of everything, my muscles went limp, my sight became darker than black, and I could feel my head rolling back on the chair. The last thing I heard was the barrage of farts that still kept rushing into my mask, but my lungs weren’t gasping anymore. I slipped out of consciousness, floating in nothingness for a few moments, before that floating feeling disappeared too. I lost my life over a thousand bucks, a thousand bucks that I didn’t even really need… All I needed in that moment was air, but I would never get air ever again, as my executionists made sure my heart finally stopped breathing, packed up their things, and left me there for some lower ranking members of the gang to clean up.


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I woke up with a severe headache, my lungs gasping for air as hard as they could, like I had just come up from a deep dive, finally starting to regain some sense as I looked around in my foggy gasmask. The tubes that were connected to those horrifying pieces of underwear were now out in the open, allowing me to fill my lungs up with real, fresh air once again- or at least, as fresh as that steamy, stuffy room allowed it to get. I was thoroughly confused: where were my captors? Did they think I died and left me there for someone else to collect me? Not wanting to be found by anyone else, I began desperately tugging against my straps, trying to find a way out.


I was nearly startled back out of consciousness when I felt a pair of warm, fuzzy paws touch my shoulders. “Well well well… Looks like the devil has played a cruel joke on you, sending you back here~ Or maybe even he doesn’t wanna deal with your bullshit!” It was the voice of the wolf again, a voice that I thought I’d never have to hear again in my miserable damned life!


“What else do you want from me? Y’all have had your fun, now let me out! I told you I would pay!” I said now angrily, like I wasn’t even fearing death anymore, just wanting to be let out of this situation.


“Oh don’t worry buddy, we will let you out. We just need to make sure you don’t run away while we’re at it.” The bear’s voice sounded from behind me, before he walked into my view again- this time, carrying a heavy bucket. As soon as he finished his sentence, he started pouring what looked like a gray sludge onto my feet, feeling heavy and sticky around my legs.


That was when I realized that my feet were actually in a bucket… A bucket that was being filled up with cement, which was quickly hardening around my feet and filling up the container around them. I knew that this was no joke, and feet in cement could only mean one thing… I gulped loudly, carefully trying to pull my legs out of the bucket, but they were already hardened in, as a second bucket of warm cement was poured on top, just to make sure it was completely full and as heavy as possible.


“Okay now, let’s get this loser to the lake before the sun comes up.” The wolf said once the cement was reasonably dry. He stuffed a dirty sock into my mouth- I didn’t even have to see to know what it was, the musty, sweaty taste and the gritty, dirty texture already told me what it was- telling me he’d shoot me on the spot if I made any sound. He finally untied those tight leather straps from my hands, allowing blood to rush back into them, but also showing that a red, itching mark had been permanently etched into their places


Arguably, getting shot would have been a prettier death than sleeping with the fishes, but I wasn’t ready to face my death just like that. I decided to keep on hoping until the very last moment: maybe the concrete would hit a hard rock at the bottom, allowing me to swim up! Or some kind strangers would come to my rescue… I kept on trying to comfort myself with these unbelievably foolish and naive thoughts, while the pair dragged me up the stairs, out of the house, through an empty field to the lake, where a beat up, short little pier stood menacingly above the water. The lake was slightly illuminated by the orange-reddish light coming from the sky, where the sun was about to rise for my very last day.


“Well, any last words buddy?” The bear asked as the three of us stood at the end of the pier, looking down at the dark, stinky water, and my hands were being tied behind my back tightly with a rope, now that they weren’t needed anymore for dragging me. It was quite painful, given that they were tied right on the marks of where the leather straps once were, but that was really the least of my worries at that moment. 


Of course I had my mouth jammed, so all I could do was shake my head and wait for them to finally push me in. My heart was pumping and my body was full of adrenaline, already taking deep breaths to prepare me for the longest breath hold of my life. The two criminals nodded at each other behind my back, and at that moment, I felt a boot kick me from behind, causing me to fall face first into the cold water.


I was sinking at an alarming pace, the heavy block pulling me from below so quickly that I even got a little bit of water in my nose from the pressure, slightly disorientating me in the process. It didn’t even take two seconds for me to hit the sandy bottom as the lake really wasn’t all that deep- but certainly deep enough to cover me fully and erase any hope that I would be able to reach up and take a breath. I could still see the dim light above the surface, and the silhouettes of the two furries, who looked at me wiggle for a couple of seconds, then headed back, completely convinced that there was no way I could ever get out.


But I wasn’t so convinced of that. The block around my feet was heavy, but not heavy enough to completely lock me in place. I got into a squat, then launched myself up with all of my strength, almost managing to break the surface with my face, but not quite. Since getting up like this was obviously not an option, I decided to go with another tactic instead: smashing the block with a rock, like I had thought originally. I looked around, now running a little low on air, just to see a perfect looking, sharp rock wedged right into the sandy ground. It took two or three hops for me to get there, then I launched myself up again- now really running low, my chest convulsing from the lack of air- and aimed for the tip of the rock with my concrete covered feet.


I was sure that I was going to make it. I was so sure, yet so wrong, when I thought that there was any way out of this nightmare for me. The concrete block hit the tip of the rock perfectly, just like I expected… But there was not a single crack to be found on it. Now defeated and weak, I let myself slide off the slope of the rock, right into a deep pit that I didn’t see on the other end. The lake was much deeper than I thought, and what I was standing on before was merely the edge of an underwater cliff. Now I was sinking towards the depths, the dark depths that I couldn’t even see the bottom of. I could only look up, towards freedom, towards air… But the light was fading fast with my rapid acceleration downwards, and soon I was completely encompassed by darkness from all sides.


I hit the ground below feet first, face still desperately pointing up, but to no avail. My lungs were finally starting to give up, and the first bubbles were escaping my nose, no matter how hard I was trying to keep them in. I wiggled, struggled and convulsed, trying to avoid the unavoidable, but then as the water finally started creeping into my nostrils, I simply couldn’t resist my instinctive urge to breathe. It was the heaviest breath I’d ever taken, and the final one as well. My lungs were filled with water, heavy, painful and still suffocating- even harder than when I was still managing to hold it in somewhat.


It was useless to resist, but I still spent my final bits of energy trying. These men had obviously tied hundreds of hands before, so there was no way my wrists would come loose from the rope, and it was simply foolish to assume that a massive cement block would give in to a guy’s struggling just because of his sheer willpower alone. From the moment I inhaled the water, there really wasn’t much to go- my face turned into several colors, before finally settling with a hue of blueish purple, and my muscles relaxing all over my body. My consciousness finally started to fade, and even though there wasn’t any light before, now it seemed to get even darker. A few more desperate twitches, and I finally succumbed to my watery grave. My executioners, who were peacefully walking back to the house, looked back one more time to make sure I wasn’t up to any houdini-level escape tactics; if they looked close enough, they might have been able to spot my last bubbles rising to the surface.