Desharow Merman (COMPLETED)

Chapter 18

There is no escape.

    For the first time, I experienced the meaning of the word in a practical sense.

    The stairs slowed down the mermaid's movements. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I crawled and moved my body. When his shadow covered me, I finally held the anesthesia gun in my hand.

    "A...garas...A...garas..."

    The mermaid's voice was full of impatience, it sounded like a wolf growling to the extreme, as if it would tear me to pieces in the next moment.

    I knew it would be too late if I didn't save myself.

    Frightened, I raised the anesthesia gun on my back and aimed at the mermaid. The bright eyes in the shadow of the backlight not far away made me shiver, and I pulled the trigger without hesitation. The gun head clicked, but nothing was fired. The barrel was empty.

    Damn it, why is there only one bullet in this tranquilizer gun! No!

    Before I could check what happened to the anesthesia gun, the mermaid had already arrived at the bottom of the steps, and stood upright with its winding tail, looking down at me approaching, with a sinister grin on the corner of its mouth.

    I tried my best to smash the anesthesia gun in my hand towards him, stretched out my arms and pulled off the blackout curtain on the floor-to-ceiling window beside me, rolled it around my body, and separated the floor from the stimulation of the injured knees, like a stranded bird Dolphin-like struggling to get to the door, there is a fire extinguisher, not so much needed here, but how thankful someone has a spare, it's my only hope right now!

    With a "snap", I saw from the reflection that the mermaid firmly connected the gun to the webbed claws. He looked at it for a second or two, grasped the sound of the gun with his claws, and twisted his hands like folding a glue stick. The handle of the gun was twisted into a deformed curve, and it was thrown aside like a tattered, "It...Can...no...t...h...urt...me..."

    He raised his voice, and there was a low laugh in his throat. I didn't dare to turn back, but I just crawled forward desperately. The incomparable creepiness filled my whole body, not only because of the terrifying and savage power of the mermaid, but also because he could use human language Be provocative, and with a little discrimination you can hear him saying "this thing can't hurt a hair on me"!

    I feel that my previous understanding of him is like a brat showing off to his elders. Is this the price for my mistakes?

    No, I still have a chance to save myself, I still have a chance!

    The fire extinguisher was just a step away from me. I bent my painful knees and rushed forward, but my ankles suddenly tightened, and I fell to the floor in place. "Fuck!" I screamed, and it felt like falling I was desperate like a cliff, and then I was dragged a few meters backward by a strange force as expected. The curtains on my body made a cracking sound, and half of the fabric below the thighs was torn off. The other half was held in the hands of the mermaid leaning over me, squinting at me.

    "S-Sh-Sh-I-T..."

    I was so trembling that I couldn't even swear clearly. I clenched tightly the remaining cover on my body, curled up under the shadow of the mermaid in a humiliating and powerless posture, shrinking back. God knows that I am extremely unwilling to act like a weak woman who is about to be humiliated, but in fact this is the only action I can do instinctively at the moment.

    "Go away, beast!"

    The moment I uttered this word, the mermaid bent down, and pushed forward with its tough fish tail, squeezing out a gap between my closed legs. I frantically kicked and tried to get rid of the mermaid's grip, but his claws firmly grasped the calf and dragged him towards his body. The dark penis, which can expand under the belly, was straight towards my face, like a The arrows on the ready-to-go crossbow are about to invade my body.