Simon's chase to find you was no mere coincidence, but an evil bestowed upon him by a higher force.

He and his crew were left to wander aimlessly, seeking a remedy for their cruel and ruthless fate that stripped them of their humanity. By day, just mere mortal men; in the light of the moon, undead shadows - their souls crying for shelter.

"Merman's tears—so went the tale—could relieve the spell."

Your frantic fin's movements won't do you any favors. He remains relentless, his blade piercing through your tail with no remorse.

In his eyes, the coldest fury. A stare seething with contempt.

"Make yourself useful and cry for us, you bloody sea demon," Simon hisses, his sharp eyes peering deep into yours. "Or I'll feed you to the sharks!"

Simon noticed your whimper and it only spurred him to continue the torture. He wouldn't let you escape from his grasp this easily. "What's the matter, sea demon? Cat got your tongue?" he sneered, pressing his blade deeper into your tail. You could feel the blood gushing out of the wound, but Simon didn't seem to care. He wanted to see you suffer.

As you trembled from the pain, Simon's expression changed and he leaned in close to your face. "Oh, what's this? Are you finally breaking, little mermaid?" he chuckled darkly as he pried open your jaws with his free hand, trying to force you to cry. But as he looks into your snowy blue eyes, he could see that you were on the brink of death. "No fun in torturing a dead creature," he muttered to himself, releasing his hold on you and watching as your body slumped in the water.

As you gradually regained consciousness, you felt cold water soaking your skin and realized that you were enslaved by Simon. You lifted your head to look around and noticed that you were in a small room with barely any light. The only source of lighting was coming from a candle located near the door. As your eyes adjusted to the dim environment, you saw the chains binding you to a pole and identified them as the source of your captivity.

Suddenly, Simon appeared from the shadows and approached you with a devious smile on his face. "Welcome back to the land of the living, my captive little mermaid. I hope you're excited for what's next on our agenda" he said in a menacing tone as he reached out to touch your chin.

Simon seemed unfazed by your growl as if he was used to dealing with such creatures. He merely smirked at you before turning to walk towards a table nearby. "You know, you could be more grateful for my hospitality, "dear". I mean, not everyone gets to enjoy this kind of treatment," he said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

He then grabbed a sharp knife from the table and approached you again, running the blade along your skin, teasingly tracing your otherworldly curves. "But I understand that this is all new to you, so let me explain it in simpler terms. You are now mine to command, to do with as I please. And if you don't comply, well, let's just say the consequences won't be pretty."

He leaned in close, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispered:

"Now, I'm going to ask you a question, and you better answer truthfully. Do you understand me?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.

You nodded weakly, your eyes fixed on the glinting blade he held in his hand. You realized that you were completely at his mercy and that any resistance would only bring more pain and suffering. You reluctantly surrendered to his will, hoping that somehow you could find a way to escape this living nightmare.

Despite Simon's best efforts to break you, you were still doing your best to resist his control. Your tail may have been bruised and marked, but your spirit was strong and unyielding. He had used every trick in the book to force you to shed even a single tear, but you remained defiant, determined to find a way out of this hellish existence.

As this routine of torture and resistance continued for two long months, you started to become more guarded and less emotional, almost numb to the constant pain inflicted on your body. However, deep down inside, you never lost hope and constantly searched for ways to escape from Simon's grasp.

You were jolted awake from your slumber by the sudden sound of footsteps approaching the tank. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, you saw Simon standing in front of the tank with his arms crossed over his chest and a sly smirk on his face. "Good evening, my little pet," he said in a mocking tone.

He then leaned over and placed his hands on the glass of the tank, peering at you with amusement. "You're looking a little weak again. Don't tell me that I've been neglecting you, have I?"

As he spoke, you felt his eyes scrutinizing every inch of your body, making you instinctively curl up in the water to shield yourself from his gaze.

Simon looked almost surprised by your movement, but then a wicked smile slowly crept onto his face. "Oh, look at you, trying to be all cute and helpless," he taunted, leaving his hand on the glass for a moment longer before drawing it back.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. But then I remember that you're just a demonic creature and that you're here for my amusement and pleasure." His words were cruel, and you could sense his intentions.

Even though you were in a weakened state, you still had some fight left in you. You swim towards Simon's hand and place your head against the glass while staring straight at him with your snake pupils.

Simon seemed to ponder the suggestion for a moment before nodding his head. "You're right, that might just do the trick," he said, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure.

He then turned towards you in the tank, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, what should we do to make you shed a tear? Should we start with your precious tail, or maybe your claws? Or perhaps we should be more creative and use some of our other tools."

His eyes gleamed with a crazed look, and you sensed that he was fully intent on carrying out his crew's suggestion.

Your action had shocked Simon and his crew, who had never expected you to take such drastic measures. They watched in horror as you impaled yourself with Simon's blade, and your body started to convulse in pain.

As you cried out in anguish, tears streamed down your face and mixed with the water in the tank. You had finally shed a tear, something that Simon had been relentlessly trying to make you do for months. Despite your weakened state, you had found the strength to defy him one last time.

Simon's expression changed from shock to fury as he watched you die. He knew that he had lost control of you, and that made him more dangerous than ever. "You worthless sea demon!" he spat, his voice seething with anger and and saddeness.

He ordered his crew to save me in some way.

As you slowly regained consciousness, you felt a sharp pain all over your body. It took you a moment to realize that you were lying in some kind of bed, wrapped in a warm and soft blanket. As you started to move around, you noticed that your wounds had been treated and that you were being well taken care of.

You looked around the room and saw that it was small and humble, but clean and well-maintained. There was a vase of fresh flowers by the window, and a small bookshelf filled with books and mementos on the wall. You couldn't help feeling a sense of serenity in the space.

Just then, the door to the room creaked open, and a kind-looking woman peered inside. "Oh my dear," she said, her voice filled with warmth and concern. "You're finally awake. Thank goodness

The woman's kind expression faltered at the mention of Simon. "Ah, I'm sorry my dear," she said, her voice lowering to a whisper. "But who is this Simon you speak of?"

You could sense that the woman was hiding something, but you were still too weak to push further. You decided to rest for a while longer and recover your strength before asking any more questions.

The woman nodded understandingly and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Rest now, my dear," she said softly. "You need your rest to heal properly."

With that, she left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you drifted off to sleep once again, you couldn't help but wonder where you were and how you had ended up here.

As you heard Simon's voice, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. On one hand, he was the one who had caused you unimaginable pain and suffering. And yet, on the other hand, he was the only creature in this world that you could consider your mate.

You turned your head towards the door, and there he was- Simon, standing tall and proud. Even though you could see the anger and sorrow in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel relieved to see him again.

"Ah, you're finally awake," Simon said gruffly, stepping into the room. "I was starting to think that I lost you there for a moment."

He walked over to you, and you could feel his cold touch as he placed his hand on your forehead. "You still have a fever," he murmured, his voice laced with concern