I'd known this day would come, ever since I learned Master was a necrophile. So when he told me to die, I was happy to oblige. As my head descends into the basin of water, there's no need for restraints, or force. I just have to keep breathing. As the water fills my lungs, everything blurs to abstraction. My muscles burn, my chest heaves painfully, and I love every moment of it. I can't help but cum as I imagine what pleasure my drowned corpse will bring Master, my fluids splattering the floor beneath me, and then, everything goes black…