Your scalp hurt as Nikolai used it as a handle, quite tightly, to lift your head in and out of the toilet. He was surprisingly strong, so even if your whole body squirmed, it felt futile. Even with the ringing in your ears, you could make out the giggles of Fyodor, who was stood behind you, and Nikolai, who was kneeled next to you and dunking your head in without effort. They mocked you relentlessly.

Water seized your senses as you were brought back down. You felt dizzy, close to fainting. Ears ringing, body sore, every breath was as sharp as a knife, like inhaling needles. Recovery was impractical; the chance to breath was only for a second before your head was forced inside again.

Maybe you shouldnt have made that comment in class.

“Awe, are you crying?” Nikolai’s faint voice chimed in your ear as he lifted your head up once more. He leaned uncomfortably close, watching as water dripped from your face.

“I think they are!” Fyodor exclaims from behind you before they both laugh. They clearly enjoying your predicament.