Third Person's POV
No matter how hard he fought, the hands did not loosen.
The water crept higher and swallowed him inch by inch, until even his neck sank beneath the bone chilling and soul freezing darkness of the lake.
The foul sensation of it made his skin crawl, as though the water itself was alive and hostile.
His eyes burned and watered while his vision blurred as fear overtook every fibre of his being.
His chest tightened painfully, and his breath came in broken gasps, yet no amount of effort changed his fate.
Slowly and inevitably, his head was soon dragged beneath the surface.
Black water rushed into his mouth, and he swallowed an unknown amount of the filthy, freezing liquid.
It clawed its way down his throat and numbed his insides while spreading an icy corruption through his body and mind.
He felt as though every inch of him was being polluted and defiled beyond any hope of recovery, and yet, despite all of that, his original thirst did not fade.
