FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 15 HUMAN

The radio is annoying me. I want to turn the volume down, but I'm too sleepy to ask somebody or make an attempt to wide awake and do it myself.

The voices are hushed and soft and make no sense:

"But why all this drama?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Seducing, kisses, sexy employer role play... I don't mind, you know; I am always into good hot fuss, but I'll never understand why you concern yourself with one little human. Do you want to use her before our lovely neighbour? I just want to remind you that she's still our friend," a male voice chuckles. I can hear a suggestion of sarcasm.

"Aww, you are such a devoted friend! I'm so proud of you! Don't worry. Well serve her fresh and almost untouched for our dear pelagic. I want to check something and have fun, of course. Coven meetings and orgies are only in December. I'm bored."

"Stop speaking in riddles. What exactly do you want to check?"

"I thought you were smarter. Oh, well. The coin doesn't make two rusalkas fall in love with each other. It connects them for protection, mutual hunting, in short: survival of species."

"Rusalkas romanticize their coins; sing extremely razzmatazz songs about them. Once I was with a curvy..."

"They are morons like most creatures, and, fortunately, can't fall in love. The coin is a link, not a red passion thread that connects souls. Principle remains the same as when some deepsea fish find each other, mate, and the male fish affixes to the female's body forever, for its hard to find a partner where the vast depths are."

"Well. That feels so not romantic. We need to give them a perfect idea to write a song about two unromantic fish: "Oooh, we are like two deepsea fish... Oooh, our love is doomed, and I'm sooo sad", " male voice is humming an annoying song.

"It's strange, but our rusalka is too obsessed with a little human... And the strongest love potion didn't work..." the woman's voice is talking as if to herself. "Oh, here she is! The experiment bears fruits! She did feel when I broke their connection for a while."

"Bad girl! Don't tell me that you killed her," he answers, clicking his tongue.

"Just a little bit and for the benefit of science and humanity; I'm not a monster, for the most part," she giggles.

"Have you collected all samples?"

"Cover the tracks. We are leaving. Soon her sea princess and the court jesters will come to the rescue."

***

I can hear a loud noise: as if a stampede of horses is clattering along the stone floor.

"She's here! Marina!"

"Is she dead?" Sylvester asks in fear.

"Don't be stupid. She's breathing; can't you hear... ahh, I forgot that you can't," a mocking reply is given.

I open my eyes with effort. I'm in the office of a beautiful woman, but she's not here. I'm lying on the table (why am I lying on the table?), while Doris is bent over me; she's gently holding my head.

"How do you feel? What has happened? Why are you here?"

"Too many questions at once," I moan, trying to sit.

"Don't sit! We must be sure that you are not hurt!" Doris is trying to push me down.

"I'm fine!" I am resisting and is able to sit and look around. Four of us have gathered again just like at the pond: the girl with pointy ears is investigating everything in sight; Sylvester and Doris are looking at me, waiting for the explanation.