Re: Lake: going for a dip-warning sex and violence
He continued to pull her down, hoping the chill of the bottom of the lake would end her and him quietly. She fought back, which he expected, but there was almost tenderness in the way she touched his face. This angered him, but he also knew that he couldn't kill anyone who showed him that much humanity. The monster's pull on her slowly lessened, his grip gently uncurling as he continued to sink, but she was permitted to go free.
The monster didn't want her kindness. He didn't want affection, either. He wanted her to hurt him and when she refused, he couldn't stand to be in her presence. The confident red cherry pout, the freedom she felt in the cold chill of the lake. The monster believed he felt that freedom, too, but he was locked into his own prison of anger.
If she surfaced and looked for him, the monster wasn't there. The lake was suddenly calm, like a sudden storm stopped on its own accord.