With both hands tied to the back, her mouth, sealed with a tape, both legs were tied with a heavy short rope that extended to a heavy stone, which was sitting at the bottom of the pull, pulling her weight to the bottom of the pool. She curled into a foetus shape, her blonde hair floating upwards. And the water, calm.
Damian forgot to send instructions this time, as he did not know when his heavy legs ran uncontrollably and finally made a huge impact–splash on the pool as he dived into the pool swimming vigorously to the bottom of the pool where Naomi was now floating with her jaw resting on her chest.
His heart stopped for a split second; his heart jumped to his throat, and he almost forgot he was underwater as he wanted to shout at Naomi to look up that he was there for her.
Even if he
