First Story in Second Person

This is the first story I've written in second person.  It turned out fairly well, but also fairly dark.

You're cold and wet.  The cool fingers of water gently caress you as you struggle to the surface.  She holds you against herself, keeping you with her, thinking you're playing.  Your lungs burn with stale oxygen and you long for nothing more than to get out of her grasp.
You get violently at her with your legs and flail at her with your arms, but to no avail.  Your eyes are squeezed shut, because you know that otherwise, they'll burn like your lungs.
You can't hold your breath any longer and exhale into her, forming bubbles around your mouth and nose.  Her cold wet lips are on yours and you inhale her essence.  Your throat and nose burn and you protest against her advances.  You want oxygen.  You want ground under your feet and too feel the warm embrace of air's arms around you.
Finally, you tire of fighting and give into her advances.  You allow water to touch you and hold you as close as she wants.  She dances with you until your heart stops beating.  It's only hen that she realizes what she's done.  She had only wanted to dance with you, play with you, but she's killed you.  Sadly, she lets you go and too late, your body rises to the surface, where finally, the warm sun and air greet you and mourn you.

It's dark.  Told you.  Originally the way it ended was darker and a friend said it sounded like rape, but it hadn't be intended to sound that way, so I changed it.  Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!
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