She bent down and picked up the heavy brass nozzle on the end of the hose.

She reached over and twisted the metal knob on the spigot all the way open.

I didn’t back away.

Vanessa pointed the brass nozzle straight at my chest.

She clenched the metal handle hard.

A solid, high-pressure blast of ice-cold water slammed into the middle of my chest.

The sheer shock of the cold knocked every bit of air out of my lungs.

I staggered backward on the slippery grass.