The warm water spilled over
Jose's face, it drenched his neck and chest; his joints cracked as
he strove for freedom and tried to twist his head out of Law's
iron grasp. The seconds dragged, until finally Nature asserted
herself. The imprisoned breath burst forth; there sounded a loud
gurgling cry and a choking inhalation. Jose's body writhed with
the convulsions of drowning as the water and air were sucked into
his lungs. Law was kneeling over his victim now, his weight and
strength so applied that Jose had no liberty of action and could
only drink, coughing and fighting for air. Somehow he managed to
revive himself briefly and again shut his teeth; but a moment more
and he was again retched with the furious battle for air, more
desperate now than before. After a while Law freed his victim's
nostrils and allowed him a partial breath, then once more crushed
the mouthpiece against his lips. By and by, to relieve his
torture, Jose began to drink in great noisy gulps, striving to
empty the vessel.
But the stomach's capacity is limited. In time Jose felt himself
bursting; the liquid began to regurgitate. This was not mere pain
that he suffered, but the ultimate nightmare horror of a death
more awful than anything he had ever imagined.
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