The gangster was struck by fear now. What had he gotten himself into? This little mission was supposed to be an easy side job, to harass a pampered little miss and take a few photos.
Why was he being yanked and dragged with the force of all the demons in hell by a girl less than a quarter his size? He tried to free himself again and again to no avail.
"Let go! Let go you crazy demoness! I was just doing as I was told!" he screamed. But Lina didn't hear him.
It was as if she was having another one of those out-of-body experiences where it felt like someone else was in control of her body, that she was just a spectator inside. Her limbs had a life of their own.
She dragged him steadily despite all his kicking and yelling and twisting up to the toilet bowl. She jerked him up with both arms and held his head above the toilet water.
"Please, lady, stop this-" he began to protest.