Bilgewater Baptism

Caedes observes Delaeni's struggle with a detached resolve of sorts, completely unmoved by her physical plea for mercy. She thrashes, she screams under the water. Bubbles erupt, vivid teal eyes stare out at him from her horror stricken visage below the surface of the water. It’s that pathetic look of hers. Weak, weak and feeble. Frustration flickers across Caedes' features as Delaeni's struggles persist, her attempts at escape only serving to exacerbate his irritation. His tail lashes, and he begins to frown down at her.

As her body convulsed in the icy grip of the water, he remained, his grip unyielding. He felt no remorse, no flicker of empathy as she fought against the inevitable. The world seemed distant to Caedes as he held Delaeni beneath the surface, his focus singular and almost primitive. The rhythm of his heartbeat echoed faintly in his ears, but from anticipation or something else he did not know. One thing was for sure. He wasn’t feeling satisfied. 

With each passing moment, Delaeni's struggles weakened, her movements growing sluggish against his relentless pressure. Until he’d had enough. And with one swift and forceful motion, he seized her by the skin of her chest, his grip rough as he hauled her waterlogged form out of the water's embrace. He released a low growl as he thrust her down onto dry land, watching and waiting to see if she would reclaim the breath he’d stolen from her.