Mermaid // WLW

You had gone to the pub after a long day. You didn't expect to meet anyone, just coming for a spot of gin. To your surprise, I showed up on the bar beside you, "Care to get me a drink too, love?" My voice was absolutely hypnotic...as well as what most men would stare at in difference to my eyes. After giving me a drink, having a few laughs, and walking out to the dancefloor, you snapped out of it for but a moment. People were bleeding...a lot. Blood was filling the dancefloor by at least an inch while women of the same eyes as mine clawed at people's throats until blood spilled. Everyone was bleeding out, lost in a haze of hypnotism. At your realization and understandable attempt for escape I grabbed your hand, saying, "Darling! It's only a dance! You don't mind a teeny, tiny, bit of blood, do you?" You still try to run away, slipping on the blood. A few of my friends come over and make sure you won't stand. I simply ponder to myself before telling them, "We'll keep her...she's fun to toy with. Besides, haven't had a fuckdoll in a while..." Again, you try to escape, but we just knock you out. You eventually waking in a grotto with your hands tied to a chair with pearl necklaces being our bonds. You look over to see me leaning on the chair, "Mornin', hun."