Jack catches enough air to scream, the first time.
He gives a tired squeak the second.
By the third dunk, he doesn't have the air to do more than wheeze pathetically. He's almost begging to pass out, to not have to feel the sensation of drowning over and over.
But it's not even that that really gets him - it's the laughing. He's hallucinating, but doesn't know it. All he knows is that hundreds of voices are laughing at him in unison, screaming with mirth and yelling out encouragements to the thing in the white coat.
It's that, the relentless mockery, that finally makes him give up struggling on the fourth dunk. They're all right. He must look ridiculous and pathetic. He deserves to be laughed at.
He sinks in for a fifth dunk, but he's not fighting it anymore, just panting harshly as he's dragged up, hands dangling down. Snot is falling down his upturned face from the repeated dunks. Good, it just completes the picture.
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He gives a tired squeak the second.
By the third dunk, he doesn't have the air to do more than wheeze pathetically. He's almost begging to pass out, to not have to feel the sensation of drowning over and over.
But it's not even that that really gets him - it's the laughing. He's hallucinating, but doesn't know it. All he knows is that hundreds of voices are laughing at him in unison, screaming with mirth and yelling out encouragements to the thing in the white coat.
It's that, the relentless mockery, that finally makes him give up struggling on the fourth dunk. They're all right. He must look ridiculous and pathetic. He deserves to be laughed at.
He sinks in for a fifth dunk, but he's not fighting it anymore, just panting harshly as he's dragged up, hands dangling down. Snot is falling down his upturned face from the repeated dunks. Good, it just completes the picture.
He's done. He's given up.