Title: Bitchery 2
Description: Eye to eye, nose to nose, the menacing stare on his face lets me know I've fucked up really badly.  Maybe this is it: this migh be my last night on earth.  I close my eyes and once I reopen them, I find myself looking into my tub as water surrounds my whole head.  I can't breath; water is in my nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.  I struggle, trying to get away from Siles' grip; but he's hold me down by my head into a tub full of water: He's drowning me and I can't fight back.  I move my arms and legs, kicking like a rag doll.  He lifts me out by pulling on my red hair.  As I am eye to eye with him again, taking a deep breath, water runs down my face and I spit out water as it rolls down my chin.  "I told you, you gon' respect me Blu."  "I am..."  Before I can say sorry, he's stuffing my head back into the but full of water again.  I didn't get a chance to take another deep breath before entering.  The longer he hold sme under, the more I lose the strength to fight.  It feels like forever before then he pulls me back out of the tub again.  "You what bitch?"
Subjects: African Americans, Man-woman relationships, Conduct of life, African American women, Fiction