Merfolk's Deep Haven

The Predator

Ann tried her best to stay calm.

She couldn't identify the species of the creature before her,

but its appearance and biological traits resembled the legendary and enigmatic merfolk.

Ann took a deep breath. She was blocked by Rick and growing increasingly restless. "If you can't shoot accurately again, just pass me the gun."

Rick turned a blind eye to her request.

He kept pulling the trigger, causing sparks to fly in the cabin.

Amidst the chaos, stray bullets seemed to have pierced the end of the merfolk's

tail. Suddenly, a pungent fishy odor filled the cabin.

The merfolk's tall form shuddered. Its scales, evenly and densely distributed, were so tough that even bullets failed to penetrate. Only two strands of silver-blue blood trickled out.

This feeble attack wouldn't bring it down.

God, why couldn't he have aimed for the creature's head properly?

Ann felt her scalp about to explode; she even entertained the idea of snatching the gun from Rick's hand.

However, the next moment, another deafening gunshot ruptured the silence. The bullet hit the merfolk's shoulder, seemingly stuck in the bone, and blue blood spurted out.

The merfolk grew agitated. It lifted its head and extended its upper body's two limb-like appendages. A blue-black film resembling a fish fin emerged as a hoarse, low moan escaped its throat.

But all Ann perceived were violent screams and an indescribable emotional upheaval.

Her sight was engulfed in white light; her eyes quivered uncontrollably. A burning sensation resonated deep in her ears, and her entire body seemed to vibrate in response to the sound waves.

This unseen yet potent infrasonic attack persisted.

Finally, Ann couldn't discern whether it was absolute silence or if she had gone deaf. The never-ending ringing in her ears made her feel disconnected from her own soul.

Struggling, she opened her eyes with great effort and noticed Rick in the distance, seemingly more affected than her. He had collapsed on the ground, his arms spasming occasionally, and the gun nowhere in sight.

"Damn it..." Ann lacked the strength to even stand. Every word she uttered resulted in blood trickling from her mouth.

Nausea and intense dizziness overwhelmed her.

So, when the merfolk slowly advanced and cautiously encircled her, she completely lost the capacity to resist.

In the dark, confined space, the silence froze the air, and an overwhelming sense of unknown fear pervaded.

Ann couldn't even discern the merfolk's whereabouts or how close it was.

The strong, peculiar fragrance reminiscent of the silver-blue blood she initially smelled filled her senses, inducing dizziness.

She felt the glands at the back of her neck slightly move, as if absorbing some substance, gradually swelling like ripe honey fruit.

Droplets of cold water cascaded onto her calf, and a sticky, soft substance slithered over her thigh's skin. Ann started to panic.

She couldn't ascertain whether it was the merfolk's moist, luxuriant hair, or its grotesque, slender, filmy claws. As her calf grew cold, the cold, agile knuckles seized her ankle, and in an abrupt tug, the nails on the claws pierced her skin ever so slightly.

Blood streamed down her calf, landing on the merfolk's hand. Curious, it tilted its head, then leaned down and extended its tongue to lick.

The bilge remained pitch black, with the merfolk's eyes concealed beneath long, curly hair, faintly illuminated by light seeping through gaps in the deck. They bore an incredibly elegant dark hue, with pupils that seemed to contain a touch of gilt.

Ann couldn't find words to describe what she saw.

She couldn't fathom that this entity possessed such a visage, one that defied description, akin to a savage beast.

This had to be a male merfolk.

He leisurely licked the blood off his fingers and scrutinized her inch by inch with his gaze. His chest and abdomen glistened with moisture, his waist and spine delineated like sculpted art.

The tail, thick and sleek, showcased scales akin to the wings of a blue morpho butterfly. Each undulation resembled the flow of liquid mercury.

He was dangerous, yet undeniably mesmerizing.

The merfolk licked the blood from her fingers, unsatisfied. Leaning in, he sniffed her skin inch by inch.

He proceeded to tear away the fabric that clothed Ann, the dress ripping open effortlessly, exposing a significant portion of her fair waist. Her musculature was evenly distributed, her contours smooth; she did not possess an extremely slender frame.

Particularly, the area around her belly exhibited round plumpness, incredibly soft.

The merfolk inhaled deeply, hovering his nose bridge as if about to delve into the delectable, soft skin. He moved up from her abdomen, grazing the tip of his nose along her chest, finally halting just above her heart.

Ann felt like prey being manipulated by an orca, forced to witness her own torment and demise. She struggled instinctively, though her resistance proved futile.

The merfolk emitted several low gurgling sounds from its throat, and Ann couldn't help but think this was the sound of satisfaction, an indication of an impending meal.

Why not devour the Colonel first? Isn't he much larger?

Bitterly, Ann mused that she should have seized Rick's gun earlier and aimed it at the alien creature's forehead.

Suddenly, Ann felt a chill on her shoulders.

The merfolk's thick, moist tresses cascaded smoothly onto the nape of her neck, ultimately concealing itself between Ann's collarbones.

He parted his lips, extended the tip of his slick tongue, and pressed it gently against Ann's carotid artery, as if his sharp fangs were poised to puncture it in the next instant.