The Mermaid

The man had captured a mermaid swimming by the beach. He stood on some flat rocks surrounded on all sides by water. She appeared to him from the water. And he watched as she circled him on her back. Her perfect hips and bare breasts. Scales of her tail glistened in the hot sun. He talked to her. There was no doubt she possessed magical powers, yet she was surprisingly naive. Naive to the ways of the world, the human world, the urban world. He talked to her like he would a pretty girl in a bar. She enjoyed her first real contact with mortal man. So charming was he that she left with him a day later in the back of his pick-up truck.

He showed her his house, bought her female clothes. She fell for him. Hard. But what did she know? T-shirts and dresses turned to lingerie. He dressed her up and had his way with her. Before long, she was a ruined mermaid. The man, charming on the outside but evil like the devil himself, had gone to the beach one day and found himself a cute and naive sexual slave. The mermaid had met the one man who would taint her opinion of humans for the rest of her short life.

It lasted a handful of months. The mermaid, as a result of the man, turned to drugs. Her drug addiction cost the man and made her less desirable. He drove her out to the country and with no goodbye dumped her on the side of the road.