I am fighting for my life, gasping for thick air, but he is like a prison. He locks me behind his walls and he is keeping me tight pulling me closer to his body. I fight to break free, but he is grapping my shirt and trowing me on the bed so it get's harder for me to stand up before he continues to push me into the duvet that suddenly does not feel so soft and comftorble as it used to. I am drowning between the many layers of heavy fabric and my own skin. My body feels weak, my cheeks warm and my throat is filled with spit. I keep trying to swim to the top of the ocean, but it's like i've got a massive rock tied around my feet. Maybe it's time to let go, let go and just float.