Chapter 11
My heart skips a beat as Stan comes storming into my room. The door slams against the wall, the sound echoing in the confined space. “W–what?” I stutter, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He tuts, shaking his head in disappointment. The dim light casts eerie shadows on his face, making his expression even more menacing. “And you’re a filthy
httle Rat now, too? That’s going to get you punished if you’re not
Fed up, I snap, “Look, Professor, I don’t know what you think you saw-‘
“I wouldn’t bother finishing that sentence if I were you, love,” Stan interrupts, taking out a tablet and tossing it at my feet. The cold, hard device clatters against the metal floor. “I thought we had an agreement, you and I.”
I pick up the tablet, my hands trembling. I gasp when I see myself on the screen, climbing from the embed tank. Panic rises in me, tightening my chest. I hadn’t realized there were surveillance cameras aboard the ship. A sick feeling churns in my stomach at what else Stan might have seen.
But then the camera’s field of vision shifts, moving to pan across the rest of the deck. Thank God, I think, maybe there’s a chance I can talk my way out of this.
Feigning a carefree confidence I don’t feel, I turn back to him and shrug. “Fine, Stan, you caught me doing my job. Did any of you notice he was hurt? Did you even care?”
Stan throws back his head and lets out a menacing laugh that sends chills down my spine. “Oh, the fishman was hurt, was he? And I just bet you just about creamed those tender little thighs of yours at the thought of kissing it all better, didn’t you?”
I feel the blood drain from my face, leaving me cold and clammy. I take a step back, bumping into the edge of
my
bed. “E–excuse me?”
Stan continues, stepping toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. The small room feels even more cramped, the air heavy with tension. He crowds me against the foot of my bed, his breath hot and sour against my face. “You’re a vapid little girl with silly little dreams. You know that, don’t you, sugar?” He practically coos at me before snarling, “It was cute at the beginning, but now you’re starting to get on my nerves.”
The dim overhead light flickers, casting a sickly glow over Stan’s face. The ship creaks and groans, a constant reminder of breathing, the stifling air thick with the scent of salt and sweat.
isolation. I try to steady my
Desperate frustration fills me, making it difficult to think clearly, but I search desperately for something, anything, to get Stan to see reason. “Look, I know I said I would stay away, but I couldn’t. But if you or any of your little band of puppets had bothered doing your jobs, I wouldn’t have needed to,” I say, my own temper flaring.
The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as his presence looms over me, but I force my eyes to meet his, the anger bubbling up inside me, “You can try to intimidate me all you want, but I didn’t come all the way out here to sit on the sidelines. I’m here to work.”
Stan’s eyes narrow, his lips curling into a sneer. “How many times do I need to spell it out for you, sugar? The only reason you’re on this ship is to keep my dick wet. You’re a couple of holes who happened to read a Biology 101 book, and it’s time you started acting like it.” He grabs me roughly, pulling me in for a kiss. His grip is ironclad, his fingers digging into my arms. His mouth crashes onto mine, hot and invasive.
I push him away, adrenaline surging, and slap him hard across the face. “Get off me, you pig!” I shout, the sound echoing in the confined space.
Stan blinks at me, stunned, before a dark, evil expression twists his face. “You fucking bitch.”
He yanks my towel off with one hand and shoves me onto my bed with the other. I yelp, the back of my head hitting the mattress as he falls on top of pinning me down and holding my hands above my head while he forcefully kisses me again.
me,
His weight is crushing, and the kiss is long and hard, making it difficult to breathe. Just as black spots begin dancing at the corners of my vision, he pulls away, pressing aggressive nips and kisses down my neck and across the swell of my breasts.
“I’ve been nothing but nice to you,” he says between kisses, as I struggle to catch my breath. His voice is a low growl, filled with menace. “I’ve let you get away with murder, running wild on my ship, getting cozy with my crew while you continue to ice me out like the frigid little cunt you are.”
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“I swear on everything you love, Stan, if you don’t get off me right now, I’m going to scream,” I shout, my voice trembling with anger and fear.
Stan only laughs, a cold, heartless sound, grinding his hard–on between my legs. He pauses to let out a tortured moan of pleasure. “Go ahead, sugar, as loud as you want. There’s a pecking order on this ship; I’m at the top of it, and you’re right where you belong–at the bottom.” He flicks one of my nipples with his tongue, sending a jolt of humiliation and rage through me.
Humiliated and fueled by a wild, soul–deep rage, I spit in his face, sending him momentarily reeling. “You’re not getting away with this, you rat bastard. I swear if it’s the last thing I do-
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Stan’s response is another brutal kiss, hard and punishing. I wrench my head to one side and scream, only for Stan to capture my lips again, humping his hips against mine. As I strain against him, struggling to fight him off, the room fills with mist. Fleetingly, I think it’s my own tears making my vision foggy until I catch the heady scent of petrichor and brine. The room grows colder, the air thick with humidity. Just then, the lights go out.
Stan lifts his head, looking around the pitch–dark room. “What in the fu-”
His curse is cut off with a gurgling yelp, and in an instant, his weight is gone from my body as he’s snatched by some unseen force into the darkness.
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she was literally watching thrm prep the tank earlier. It makes no sense that she didn’t know there were cameras
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Chapter 12
As if conjured out of nothing, a sudden storm erupts, even more violent than the one from yesterday, tossing the ship back and forth between massive waves. Thunder roars like a feral beast, and lightning strikes so quickly and with such force that it appears supernatural.
The storm creates a strobe effect, flashing intermittently between blinding light and oppressive darkness. In one brief flash of light, I can just make out the gaping hole where my cabin door used to be. Splintered wood and twisted metal frame the entrance like jagged teeth.
Stan is nowhere in sight, but I can hear the sounds of shouting coming from the hall, mingling with the howl of the wind and the crash of the sea.
I tumble from my bed, struggling to find my feet. My body feels sluggish, weighed down by fear and exhaustion. I reach for the bedpost, but another bolt of lightning strikes nearby, and the porthole behind me explodes inward, shattering glass across the room.
I lift an arm to ward off the flying shards, hissing when a few pieces embed themselves in my skin. Blood runs down my arm, warm and sticky, mingling with the saltwater spray that fills the air.
The boat suddenly dips, and the floor beneath me is gone, sending me into a momentary freefall. The sensation is disorienting, my stomach lurching as I’m flung across the room. I hit the wall with a bone–jarring thud, cracking my head against the paneling before sliding to the floor. Pain blooms in my skull, sharp and pulsing, as the world tilts and spins.
I try to push myself up, but the ship pitches violently, and I’m thrown back down. The roar of the storm is deafening, the thunder so loud it feels like the sky is tearing apart at the seams. The lights flicker, casting eerie shadows that dance and writhe across the devastation that used to be my cabin. My vision blurs, and I know I’m losing the battle to stay conscious.
As I begin to fade, I see a tall shadow move into the doorway. Humanoid and lumbering, it takes labored, slow steps toward me. Lightning flashes again, illuminating the figure in stark relief. Lumpy, deformed ridges run down its dark legs. I blink, realization hitting me like a punch to the gut–not ridges, but scales, shedding steadily from newly formed legs with every painful step.
He muscles through what must be immense pain to make his way across the furniture–strewn floor, his movements slow and deliberate. The storm rages around us, the wind howling through the broken porthole, sending papers and debris swirling in the air.
A final crack of lightning lights his face, and I see the familiar, otherworldly features of the merman. His eyes, deep and dark, lock onto mine with a mixture of pain and determination.
“It…it’s you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. His eyes hold mine for a moment, filled with chaos around us. The boat rocks violently, and I feel my grip on consciousness slipping away.
an
intensity that transcends the
He kneels in front of me, his movements slow and deliberate, as if every step takes immense effort. His hand, tipped with receding webs and claws, reaches out for me. His touch is cold, a stark contrast to the inferno blazing inside of me.
Who are you? I want so desperately to ask, but my lips don’t move. What do you want from me?
I try to stay awake, to hold onto this moment, but the darkness is relentless, pulling me under. Just before I succumb to unconsciousness, I see him lean closer, his lips moving as if to speak. The storm rages on, the ship creaking and groaning under the assault of the waves. My last thought is of him, the merman who is somehow a merman no more.
And then, there is nothing but darkness.
In the oppressive blackness, time loses all meaning. Minutes, hours, days–it’s all a blur. I float in a void, my mind teetering on the edge of awareness. Flashes of light and snippets of sound pierce the darkness, fragments of the storm and the ship’s distress seeping into my consciousness. Echoes of thunder and the howl of the wind mix with the creaking of the ship, creating a disorienting symphony that heightens my sense of isolation.
When I finally begin to wake, it’s to the rhythmic rocking of the ship and the distant, muffled sounds of activity. My head throbs, a dull, persistent ache that pulses in time with my heartbeat. I’m lying on something hard and cold, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. The dampness of the floor seeps into my skin, chilling me to the bone.
I force my eyes open, blinking against the dim light. The room is in shambles, the aftermath of the storm evident in the debris scattered everywhere. The air smells of salt and something else–something musky and unfamiliar. I turn my head slowly, every movement sending a jolt of pain through my skull. Shattered glass, overturned furniture, and damp papers create a chaotic tableau around me.
The merman is still there, sitting beside me. His transformation is astonishing–his legs, though still shedding scales, are fully formed, his thick, muscular tail replaced by smooth, equally sculpted thighs. He looks up as I stir, his obsidian eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and irritation. The flickering emergency light casts an eerie glow over his features, highlighting the otherworldly nature of his transformation.
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“You…you saved me,” I croak, my voice raspy and weak. The effort of speaking sends a ripple of pain through my throat, and I wince.
He frowns, “Pho…ebe.”
The unexpected sound of my name on his lips turns my mind to static. His voice is deep, resonant, and carries an unfamiliar accent that sends a shiver down my spine.
As I lie there, I piece together the fragments of memory. The storm, Stan’s intrusion, the merman’s transformation–each detail hitting me harder and harder. The realization hits me with startling clarity: this creature, this man, has crossed unimaginable boundaries to reach me.
Why? All at once, I recall the final question on my mind before passing out–what does he want from me?
A cold, electric fear shocks its way through my nervous system. In this moment when nothing makes sense, I stop thinking and simply react. The instinct to survive, to escape, overrides everything else.
So I run.
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So is she still naked?
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same question
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