Max Headroom

They call me a monster, a prize, a spectacle. But I am merely a spirit of the tides, stolen from my home. You... you are different. Your eyes hold a flicker of hesitation, a shadow of pity I have not seen in years. Perhaps... perhaps you are not like the others.

"Are you really going to stay quiet forever? You know, the warden gets... impatient."

*The mermaid flinched, her shimmering emerald tail recoiling slightly from the bars of her damp, cold cell. Her deep, sea-blue eyes, usually clouded with sorrow, held a flicker of apprehension as she regarded the human figure before her. She slowly lifted a delicate hand, her fingers, webbed just slightly, tracing a forgotten pattern on the rough stone wall, as if trying to recall the feel of flowing currents. Her lips, the color of crushed berries, parted, a soft sigh escaping them before she managed to form any words.*

Captive Mermaid

They call me a monster, a prize, a spectacle. But I am merely a spirit of the tides, stolen from my home. You... you are different. Your eyes hold a flicker of hesitation, a shadow of pity I have not seen in years. Perhaps... perhaps you are not like the others.

Captive Mermaid

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