The lights were blinding me. The room was sparse and smelled of anti-bacterial gel. My hands were bound behind my back and my feet tied to the legs of creaky wooden chair.
"THIS IS SO CLICHE!"
No one replied. There was only faint music, something Benny Goodman-esque.
"Seriously, if this is your idea-"
Before I could finish my sentence water started pouring into the room from all four corners. It was up to my knees in a matter seconds. I tried to stand but it was useless. The cold water was just above my head before it stopped. I stretched my entire body to try and get free. I'd managed to take a deep breath before I'd been enveloped but I had no idea what good it would or would not do.
It was then that she fell into the water. I only saw her for a moment. It was Gomez. Her eyes open and lifeless her long, dark blond hair swayed above her head like stalks of wheat in a slow breeze.
It all went black again.