*is outright smiling now, fury fading and blending with pleasure in the knowledge that he has won this at last, and your end hangs over you (and surely you must feel it, if the slow quieting of your struggles are any indication)* *vaguely wonders if you have given up yet (anything else would be foolishness?), but just as quickly decides that he doesn't particularly care*
*on a whim, steps around and sinks down into the water beside you, never once letting up on the pressure* *splays his free hand across your back, feeling every muscle in your frame twitching with the agony (and he knows that as well), and his eyes glitter with something like white fire (but this is your end to suffer)*