The icy water quickly soaked the towel, which clung to his facial skin.
Elvin's breathing became increasingly difficult, his chest heaving violently as he attempted to suck in a sliver of air, but the wet towel acted like an invisible barrier, blocking the oxygen out.
The feeling of suffocation surged like a tide, and due to lack of oxygen, Elvin's brain immediately became muddled.
His consciousness wrestled between clarity and fuzziness, his own rapid heartbeat echoed in his ears. He knew, this was just the beginning, the real torment was yet to come.
"Hold on," he told himself in his heart, "You can't just surrender like this..."
However, as Kongges poured water again and again, Elvin's will rapidly crumbled.
His body no longer struggled, only convulsing instinctively. Images flashed through his mind—Julia and Selena's faces, the phone call from the FBI deputy director, those blackmail videos...
