Primordial Naiad

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Evelyn felt like she was once again back at that conveyor belt. Helpless, unable to move, and only able to stare at her slowly approaching death. Only this time, it was a mermaid instead of an industrial meat grinder.

Her only source of relief was that the mermaid hadn't immediately started tearing her apart, and the longer she delayed, the more time there was for her to flip the situation around. Maybe Aurora would come, maybe somehow she could mobilize her strength, or something else.

The half-fish girl rubbed Evelyn's long pink hair between her fingers curiously, and then swam around her in circles, as if observing her from every angle.

It was as if she was trying to decide what kind of thing this was, and had Evelyn not known she might die the next second, maybe she would have found it cute.