The shimmer of scales beneath the layer of clear water catches your eye - draws you in; sets that curiosity into motion. āWhat was that?ā your voice trembles, riddled with a sense of panic - one you should listen to, but one youāll ignore. Thereās no one around to answer your question, itās you and the ocean, you and the deep blue. āHello?ā as if youāre expecting someone to reply, as if you know itās not simply a fish - itās something beautiful and enchanting, thatās why you canāt look away. āHelloā¦ā your words come out as little more than a pained whimper, fingers gripping at the side of the boat, knuckles turning white. āSeeing thingsā¦ā try and convince yourselfā¦ Go ahead, try.Ā
Youāre not ready for it, how could you be - the magnificent form of a woman emerging from the briny depths; the length of blonde hair adorned with kelp, pearls and starfish, her nude, glistening body; you canāt take your eyes off her. Thereās that sense of panic again, that voice telling you to run, the one begging you to stop staring into those iridescent eyes. Wordlessly she speaks to you - her mouth doesnāt move but you swear you can hear her melodic voice, calling to you and you alone. Her pale hand raises, brushing down your arm to lace her slender fingers with yours. āCome with me.ā her silent song beacons you, and you kneel to her, your sweet siren.Ā
āCome with me.ā she repeats, her voice smooth and alluring; drawing you closer without your knowledge. By the time you realize whatās happening itās too late, youāre wrapped up in her long arms, her lips trailing your cooling flesh, teeth sinking into the tender spot on your neck, ripping flesh from bone. Thereās a pang of betrayal, but a sense of relief; knowing that youāre dying for her, knowing that sheās chosen you - that she is your end, and you her willing victim.Ā
