The water rose past her neck, gradually submerging her mouth and nose.
South Grant held her breath, but the time she could hold it was limited.
The water continued to rise, and South Grant choked on it. Just as she felt she might die there, the water level slowly receded.
South Grant coughed, the sensation of choking on water was far from pleasant.
She shouted at the door:
"You sick bastard, if you have the guts, let me out, let's have a direct confrontation. What kind of gentleman attacks from behind?"
As soon as South Grant finished cursing, she saw that the receded water level began to rise slowly again.
South Grant cursed in her heart, damn, this person was deliberately torturing her. The timing was just right—when she had just choked, the water level went down, and just when she caught her breath, it rose again. This was meant to kill her.
South Grant wanted to curse but couldn't, she could only hold her breath and fight against the water that was creeping up.
