* SHE’S CRAMPED IN THE MUCH TOO SMALL TANK. For the time being, to be shown like some grand prize, she is allowed to be without a tank lid. They want to show him what she can do as payment for something she’s unaware of. Ariel does know them to be BAD MEN, that much is obvious, but she listens in on their conversation with duct tape fastened over her mouth for their own protection.
❝ Her name is Ariel, ❞ Boston accent thick as he moves to stand beside the mermaid, fingers playing through fiery red hair before he nods for their resident snitch to be brought in, ❝ She’s a gift to solidify our arrangement. Watch. You’re really going to enjoy the show. ❞
Patting her head, he carefully pulls the tape from her mouth and steps back towards Nevada as Kevin’s older brother shoves the snitch towards the mermaid’s small enclosure. Quickly, she moves, predatory yet alluring with blue eyes focused wholly on the younger of the group, smile deceptive and the once struggling man is so easily lured towards her.
It’s with a splash that water is thrown every where as the mermaid lunges forward and takes his mouth against her own. The scream is muffled, muscles flex in her arms as she holds him close and bestows the mermaid’s kiss of death upon him, tongue and lips ripped from the younger man before he is cast in heap, his blood running down her chin as she swallows what was taken. Blood stained the water after a shark attack as she sinks back down beneath the water, content with a satiated belly.
❝ My wife -- she gets a little jealous of her. And worries about the children around her. She’s quiet. Easy to keep. ❞
( @denegocio // plotted thread .
