One green bottle

I lowered my head and very cold hands held onto my neck forcing my head into the tub. I struggled the best I could but whoever it was, meant to drown me.

"What did you think? That I was done with you? Traitor." 

I could hear a voice, Samael's voice speaking from behind me. I knew he wasn't the one doing the job of wanting to drown me, he was too classic for that, it must be one of his demons carrying out the act.

I kept struggling till I realised I shouldn't. I stopped and I was thrown out. I hit my head and back on the wall before falling on my face. 

Quite painful but I was able to conclude that this meeting, whatever it was about, wasn't meant to kill me. I was needed alive.

"You took sides with the ones you should trample underneath your feet. You belittle yourself to join their little circus." He added, 

"I–am not..your own," I said, crawling on my belly. My body was wet and my hair remained gelled to my face.