Few people enjoy cold water. It makes sense, water that is even just a few degrees colder than the body temperature means that energy will leave your body in the form of primarily conduction. This sensation is quite uncomfortable if one were to swim in water that has a temperature of 10 degrees Celsius. However, this sensation is made far more uncomfortable if one were to be stripped into a chair and violently forced into the water. This would cause a feeling of disorientation as your body is rapidly put in a different environment, combined with the sensation of your wrist and body violently bouncing against the strapping holding you down. Thus a person is with a certain degree of force brought into the water. This is certainly not a pleasant sensation but is not completely horrible yet. But then you are kept underwater for one, three, eight seconds and the time continues to lengthen. You feel your lungs begin burning up, want to open your mouth for air and yet you know that you can't. So instead you sit there as the seconds tick by and the burning is getting worse. Your entire existence is focused on the feeling in your lungs, the harsh pain and the threat of light-headedness. Then just before your consciousness is about to fade or you are about to open your mouth you are once more violently forced to the surface by the chair that you are bound to.
That is the sensation of being in a dunking chair. An unpleasant sensation that Hugo is feeling as he violently coughs. His body is cold, his hair and clothing are drenched and he can feel his entire body shaking in pain, despair and adrenaline. Yet even this moment of torment is more pleasant than the sensation of drowning he had felt previously. So he sucked in air, coughed once more and somewhat regained his breath. But then just as he finally regained a modicum of breath that annoying voice spoke once more. "What do you know ? What are you hiding ?" Hugo took a few deep breaths, not responding, then he felt the dunking chair begin to tip backwards once more, heading into the direction of the large pool of water below him. This triggered Hugo to respond in an out-of-breath voice "Wh- what do you want to know ?" Now finally looking up, Hugo could see the general figure of his tormentor. Though the details were quite vague since Hugo was too tired to really focus on well...... most things really. As such he only saw the vague contours of the monster hiding in a husk of a man.
"Names, information of what Salen or René told you, things you don't want anyone to know." Hugo took a few more deep breaths (interrupted by a cough) before responding. "Y-y- *cough* you -ave to be more, specific. They did not tell me anything of import. And thing I don't want others to know, I can tell you I pissed my pants once because I could not leave my lesson to go to the toilet but really I have no big secrets. If you want specific answers you are going to need to as-" and then Hugo felt the chair tip backwards once more. He had just a moment to take a breath before his whole body was dunked into the water again. Once more he could feel the burning begin to tingle in his lungs, and he knew he would not last long. The first time he had been dunked had been maybe minute or 3, now he would have far less time. Maybe a minute before he would not have any oxygen left.
As he sat there, tied to a wooden dunking chair in the cold water, Hugo did not pray, did not take the time to regret or think of a way out. He only thought about the burning in his lungs and his whole instinct was tied to trying to survive just a second longer. But how many seconds are left in a minute ? 55, 54, 53, 52.......
