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Sara was drowning. Her skin was slick with the water from the Pit as mottled arms pulled her down into the water over and over again. But Laurel and Oliver and Constantine, they would come, right? They would come, and she would be freed. She searched for them as water invaded her lungs, as she fought back against the arms as hard as she could. But she was still alone. And every time she thought the torture had ended, that they would let her drown and simply cease to be, she was there again. Starting back at the beginning, the water slowly invading her lungs.
In the present, she continued to moan and groan. At the feeling of Billy’s hands on her arms, she lightly shook them off. And then she started to grow more frantic. Her limbs started to flail until her eyes suddenly flew open, and she was crouched on the couch, her hand wrapped around Billy’s throat.










