You pull yourself through the cold water tugging at your calves with it's ice like finger tips. The sharp rocks cutting at your bare feet with every step. The man walking alongside you suddenly begins growing closer to your side. You edge away slowly as the rushing current is trying to pull your feet out from under you. He closes the gap between you and him before you reach the bank. His arms reach out and you feel him closing in around you. Panic floods your mind, in defense you bring your right arm up against his chest as you try to take a quick step away in hopes of evading his grasp, to no avail. With one swift motion like that of the river under your feet he scoops your body out from under you into his arms. The body of water parts between your feet and that which remained clinging to your soaked blue jeans falls with a loud splash back into the river below you. "Just for a bit." His deep voice says calming your nerves before you try to struggle. The term gives you a sense of safety. This will not last forever. As if you are not really trapped, it's just for a bit. This will only last for a short time...
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