[ Johanna hits the water like it's a brick wall, like the touch of it breaks every single bone in her body, completely paralyzed, sinking like a stone. Survival kicks in withthe off hand knowledge that she can swim, hasn't she been saying so all this time? Engulfed in water she can forget that's what it is, and the pressure to get to air, to breath, to not die is strong enough to let her shattered legs kick.
It's when Johanna breaks the surface that she remembers what's around her and what they did. The cold clamps digging through her skin, the hands at the back of her neck and the questions she doesn't even have the answers to and no amount of hysterical, begging gibberish will get them to stop.
Screaming bloody murder and swallowing several mouthfuls of saltwater only makes the panic worse. The survival instinct that pushed her to the surface is now ringing in her ears that she's drowning in addition to being shocked. Struggling against invisible tormentors isn't necessarily conducive to swimming, so even if Johanna comes up screaming, she quickly sinks back under the waves with all her fighting. ]
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It's when Johanna breaks the surface that she remembers what's around her and what they did. The cold clamps digging through her skin, the hands at the back of her neck and the questions she doesn't even have the answers to and no amount of hysterical, begging gibberish will get them to stop.
Screaming bloody murder and swallowing several mouthfuls of saltwater only makes the panic worse. The survival instinct that pushed her to the surface is now ringing in her ears that she's drowning in addition to being shocked. Struggling against invisible tormentors isn't necessarily conducive to swimming, so even if Johanna comes up screaming, she quickly sinks back under the waves with all her fighting. ]