A Mermaid's Cry

Chapter 20-Awakend Hunger

⚠️ Warning!

Graphic Sexual Content Ahead!
If you are uncomfortable with forceful situations please be advised not to read this

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The sun beats down upon my back as I sun myself on a rock, in one of the many hidden lagoons on the island. After another three days of being cooped up, Grandmother deemed me able to get back to my normal routine. Of course Mother stopped me halfway through my chores, offering to finish them so I and the girls could have fun for once.

I stretch myself out on the warm rock. Bare to the world, as I watch Adila and Octavia jump in and out of the water. Their tails shining in the sun, before plunging back into the water. As they swim, I keep watch over our dresses, my patched up brown one, Adila's of sunset gold, and Octavia's the color of the great blue sky above our heads.

Sea birds fly in the gusts of warm wind blowing off the land. A troupe of monkeys chitter in the canopy, a few sea turtles sun themselves on the warm sands of the lagoon. While butterflies hover over the riot of flowers and bushes laden with fallen petals. Another beautiful day in our calm oasis far from the pod.

I've never been more happy, I even let Octavia weave some strands of my hair into braids. Before she put in little white shells and oyster pearls into them. Now I can't move my head, without hearing the clacking of the shells. I snort at the irony of it, I detest the sight of the shells but like the other females, I guess they do look nice woven upon my head.

Suddenly, a flock of nesting gulls take flight behind one of the outcroppings of rock on the other side of the lagoon. Sensing trouble, I grab my father's knife and dive into the water. My legs swiftly knit together as I propel myself forward through the clear lagoon waters. I catch sight of my friends chasing each other through the rocky bed. I flick my tail, and send a spiral of water their way, quickly getting their attention so I can motion them to follow.

Without looking back, I swim for the outcropping. Knife at my side, my barb between my fins ready to puncture anything that wishes to cause me harm. Reaching the rock, I surface and glance between one of the many small holes in its craggy surface. I see nothing but clear open ocean, dolphins leaping out of the sea spray, and the dead body of a shark.

My eyes widen inside my skull, my skin peppering with goosebumps as I swim to the edge of the little jut of rock wall. Where the opening to the lagoon lies, unguarded and vulnerable. With one hand grasping against the wall, eyes fastened on the whole big enough for a dolphin and to small for a shark, I don't notice the crouched figure above me before it's too late.

"Gotcha," an unfamiliar voice says, before my hand is wrenched away from the wall as I'm dragged into the lagoon bottom.

I claw against the hard chest and powerful tail of my attacker. I shriek, sending waves of sound into the water in hopes that my friends would get here, and fast. My mysterious assailant, grabs hold of my hair with one hand, and wraps the other securely around my waist. I almost freeze at the sight of the undoubtably male arm, and the series of orca tattoos in the pale hue of his flesh.
He's a Northern Mer, possibly from one of the small pods that live on the ever frozen ice flows of the cold harsh waters of the north.

Once he has a hold of me, he yanks me along and through the opening of the lagoon. I struggle as best I can, and try to stab him before he bashes me on the head. Making me drop my father's knife onto the sea bed below. Through my hazy vision, I keep track of where the Mer is taking me. Thankfully, he only swims to a gathering of rocks jutting out of the water, about a few yards away from the lagoon wall.