This time, the sadist who likes waterfalls in the hair of defenseless women was in a bit of a hurry to jostle me in his washing of my hair. He was abrupt and hurried, I felt myself short of breath several times. His "hand" was holding my neck and it was squeezing me tightly, I panicked because I felt his impatience and his abruptness when he only gave me a little air by pulling my hair and grabbing my shoulders to hold me as long as possible. I sometimes didn't trust, I swallowed water and I left quickly when he had passed his rage