I'm gonna say no on the drugging @laurenhufflepuff2 , but the idea did drag up something from many years ago so you get characters named after one of my first actively abandoned works. Congrats!
Annette had been caught trying to escape... again.
It was a slightly less embarrassing experience to get brought back to her tank in a bridal carry. As opposed to the way she'd be half thrown over the guard's shoulder if she tried to fight back.
Still, she had made it half a halway farther than usual. It was only a matter of time until-
"Princess!"
Her thoughts were interrupted as her original captor Dr. Frasier's shoes clicked across the sterile tile floor outside the tank.
She sighed and twisted, swimming as close to his viewing area as she could before the chain on her tail stopped her.
"Marcus told me you tried to get out."
"I already know about the cameras Doctor. I'm not going to confirm what you know as true."
He wrote something down on his clipboard and smiled at her. "Good. At least I won't have to administer that test today. I hope they didn't make the chain too uncomfortable? You know why it had to be put on."
"Keeping me locked up in a giant aquarium that barely has anything to do in it? Oh sure! You've told me a thousand times why it's all for my safety! As if I wasn't safe before this... at least from from anyone but you." The chain scraped painfully against her scales as she tried to keep a straight face.
"It would be easier of you hadn't inherited the transformation ability from your mother."
Annette shot at him, forced to recoil as the chain reached its end. "You know nothing of my mother!"
Blood dissipated on the water.
"I know many things about your mother." He putthe clipboard down on a table, "How else would I have known you were royalty, Princess? You never told me."
She glanced between her tail and him. "Honestly I just thought it was a nickname. It's not like you humans don't do things like that to other beings. Other humans... your pets."
"Rather perceptive." He laughed, "No, I meant it the royal way. Though I could probably get them to ease up on you if you really want to be treated like a pet."
His grin never faded as she recoiled in disgust.
"I won't push it for now if you promise not to try to escape when the medics look at you."
"They'd just sedate me."
He put the tip of his pen to his forhead, "Perceptive once more! It's almost a shame to leave you here."
"And yet-"
"I have a job to do. The medics won't alert themselves."
With that he turned and left.
She heard the door lock click behind him and curled in on herself.
