She tore her arm loose, clenched her fist, and broke all the little ties holding her fingers too. She was losing her vision. Her left arm was harder. Part of the bench came off, still bound to her, with a wrenching crack.

She exploded up out of the water and sucked in huge gulps of air, choking and coughing, her seasick lungs struggling to force themselves clear. She caught the shaft of the fuck-tool with her elbow and dug her fingers into the straps around her left leg. They were thicker, but less secure; all she had to do was work them up over her knee, one at a time....