Khanna stayed beneath the water for as long as he dared. This was a nightmare. Maybe if he were to just drown, he wouldn't have to deal with this fucking dilemma. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, it was just this was too damn humiliating that he wanted to wash his hands of it. But as it was, he was chained to one of his fellows, a fellow who was now the only soul (aside from his brother) that knew the truth of his gender.... and had also fucked with him. Now a skunk and well....
If he could fucking punch the world he would. Angrily, he released the remaining breath he held and pushed to surface, gasping for air and grimacing at the fresh scent of skunk in the air. He just hoped to the Gods it didn't land on them before they hit the water. They wouldn't know, however, until they were much further from the smell.