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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 264 of 307 little twists common at the top of say a chain link fence that might be around a playground. I will assume he didn't because he moved his soft white throat directly underneath a half dozen very sharp and nail-like fence ends and it was in this moment that I grabbed his hair and jerked his throat directly into all those diagonal spikes and twisted. I grabbed onto the fence for leverage and jerked upward, pulling at Cox's head as hard as I could. I felt the jagged fencing catching on his collar bone. Even underwater it made a scraping sound as all the air bubbles that Cox was no longer able to keep from escaping, floated past my face. He had fought to free himself for only a second. Then he had brought his hands to his throat as if he might be able to stop the bleeding. I gave another ,hard pull on his head to wedge him even more firmly onto the bottom of that fence and swam up for tarry sucks of air under the dock. I gasped. Thank you Posiedon. I swam back down to make sure it was true. His arms and legs floated loosely in the water. He was snagged on that fencing all the way to the bone, floating in a cloud of red molecules that used to deliver oxygen to every part of his body. |
