The battle in the pool had been brutal. Anna and her challenger had clashed with a fury that sent waves crashing against the pool’s edges. But this wasn't just about speed or skill — it was a full-on fight, and Anna had proven herself the stronger. As they grappled in the water, Anna’s fists connected with his body, each blow precise and powerful, her dominance evident with every strike. Her legs kicked out, catching him off guard, driving him to lose his balance in the water. He struggled to keep up, but Anna was relentless, her every move calculated to wear him down. The water, once a source of buoyancy, now felt like an added weight as she drained his energy, driving him under repeatedly. He gasped for air whenever he could, but Anna's grip was firm, her strength overwhelming. She let him surface just long enough to catch a breath before plunging him back under, the cold water filling his senses, blurring the line between submission and survival. Finally, when his resistance had dwindled to nothing, Anna let him go, standing over him as he coughed and sputtered, pulling himself together. She waited patiently, her breath steady compared to his ragged gasps. The water settled around them, the ripples fading, leaving only the tension between them. He knew what was expected of him. With no fight left, he crawled through the shallow water towards her, his eyes downcast in submission. The pool that had been their battlefield now felt like a stage for his surrender. Anna looked down at him, her presence looming large even as she stood quietly. She reached down, gripping his wet hair, pulling his head back to meet her gaze. "You belong to me now," she stated, her voice hard and unyielding. "Never forget that." And in that moment, as he knelt before her in the water, he knew that he wouldn’t.