My lungs felt like they were going to burst, rupture from within and kill me. For a moment, the Idea almost seemed better then losing the fight against the watery hands that pulled at my limbs. It seemed like I was underneath for hours and just when I thought that it was over; My muzzle penetrated the surface. Allowing me to suck in a glorious breath of air. I fought to keep up. I had been given a chance to live and the Devil himself would have to pull me under to refrain me from taking it. My wet paws slapped onto a stony ledge, claws digging in to nothing to allow even the thought of safety. The initial shock was over and the numbness of the water began to creep through my body, playing with my nerves like a silent guitar. For a few moments I only sat there with my upper body hoisted onto that ledge, with my claws dug deep into it. However, soon My eyes started to flit across the vertical stone cylinder that held me inside. "Is...t..this..s.s.s.some kind...of well?" I stammered as I dragged my wet, limp body onto solid ground. At all sides were stone; Not the kind lined up in blocks...It was solid stone. My wet, black shorts glistened from the water and were accented by the red straps that adorned it, Illuminated only by a small light above, that seemed so far away.