I push your head under the water. You thrash about, though I do not let you up. After a good minute, I sigh and lift your head from the water, once more. I give you that harsh, questioning gaze, and you know what it means. "I-I'll be good..." You whisper to me, voice hoarse from your earlier screaming. I smile, gaze softening, as I life you from the water. I hold you close, cradling you like a baby. "Good doll..." I purr into your ear. I knew you'd admit you were mine, eventually.