With the cold water pressing against his body, he looked down, seeing the hands that had held his legs, getting a glimpse of the face of the man that brought him there.
Down there, he heard the voice of [Nameless], not spoken in the ocean without oxygen, but as though that sinister voice transmitted right to his mind–
["When I'm finished with you, I'll pay a visit to your friends next. I can see what you fear most, what unsettles you the deepest. Killing you isn't enough–no, you don't care enough about your own life. But, the others–oh, if I play with them, your soul will twist and agonize."]
Hearing that threat, it drove a rise in heat through his body; a bubbling anger that made his heartbeat spike. He kicked his legs loose, delivering a sharp boot right to the nose of the man who attempted to drown him.