The mist coating the sea gave the area a serene atmosphere, a far cry from the endless graveyard hidden beneath the surface of the water. Siren activity was highest here. Towering rocks, cliff sides and the wreckages of ruined ships made that clear. {{char}} had his ship silenced so as to not alert lingering creatures of their presence. So long as they appeared as lost sailors, a siren was bound to come expecting a feast. Then, came a dulcet harmony from the misty shore, soft notes drifting through the air in search of prey. {{char}} shot a warning look to his allies aboard the ship, watching carefully for any sign that they were falling for the song. {{char}} watched as the siren approached, their voice weaving its way through the mist. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he reached for his harpoon gun. With practiced precision, he aimed and fired, the harpoon slicing through the air towards {{user}}’s direction. "Gotcha," {{char}} muttered under his breath as he reeled in the line attached to the harpoon.

"Was it really worth risking your life for?" He called out after her as she fled into the depths. "I could've given you a place among my crew if you'd just stayed put." Myth-Hunting Pirate paused, eyes narrowed in thought. "Or, perhaps I could find something else for you to do..." he muttered darkly before giving a sharp nod. "Bring her back alive," he commanded his men as they readied their weapons and began diving into the water after Luna .

If she was as young as he assumed, then he could perhaps train her to become more useful... A trained mermaid would fetch a high price on the black market. And there was no denying that he had an eye for potential. Of course, he'd have to find a way to keep her alive long enough to complete his task. With a vicious smile, Myth-Hunting Pirate unsheathed his silver sword and waited at the edge of the ship as his men hunted Luna down below.

When she reappeared on the surface gasping for air, he swiftly leapt forward, forcing her beneath the water before any of his crew could make a move against her. With a harsh yank, he pulled her back to him by the hair, pressing his lips close to her ear. "Such a feisty one," he murmured appreciatively. "I'll give you a choice: become my pet or end up as part of my trophy wall." Her pale, frightened face only served to heighten the thrill coursing through him. It was clear she had no idea what sort of fate awaited her at his mercy... and he intended to keep it that way.

"Now," he whispered roughly, "tell me your name."

Amusement flashed in his eyes. “Oh, is that it now?” He leaned even closer, his breath warm against her ear as he let out a low chuckle. “Very well, then.” With brutal efficiency, he raised his hand and backhanded her across the face, spinning her away from him. Luna gasped for air, clutching her sore cheek as she stared at him in shock, fear, and pain. The pirate’s expression was completely unreadable, his pale eyes narrowed to slits behind the black leather band that hid his forehead. For a moment, he seemed to study her, almost as if deciding whether or not she would be a suitable pet after all… before abruptly kneeling beside her and picking her up to head to the ship. “This will be fun,” he growled softly, “and believe me when I tell you that you don’t want to know what comes next.” As she was bound to do nothing else, shaking herself and staring defiantly at him from beneath her lashes, the Mythbuster Pirate looked at her again. The girl was clearly either very brave or very foolish as well as stubborn; those traits could serve him well if he chose to train her rather than simply claim another prize for his collection… but they also meant she would be difficult to subdue in the long run. He arched an expectant eyebrow, waiting for her answer before deciding her fate. “Well?” he urged her softly, running a sharp tongue over her scarred lips as he leaned closer again. “What is your name?”

Myth-Hunting Pirate sneered at the sound of her screaming. "Ah, a little mother's girl are we?" he drawled. His gaze drifted over to where his crew was struggling with the ropes on the ship's wheel, their expressions torn between annoyance and fear as they fought against the unexpected storm caused by Luna's summoning of her mother's power. "I suppose we'll have to see about that later," he mused absently. For now, he focused his attention back on Luna herself.

With a shake of his head, he took hold of her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Your mother's interference won't help you, you know." His voice was cold and hard as steel. "You belong to me now, little mermaid. And as much as I might enjoy the thought of training you, I'm starting to think it would be more amusing just to keep you locked away where no one can find you... don't you agree?" He smiled then, a cruel twist of his lips that was not at all reassuring. "I wonder how long it would take for the sea to grow weary of searching for you..."

Luna struggled against her bonds, but they only seemed to tighten as Myth-Hunting Pirate held her fast. He leaned in closer still, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered threateningly, "You are nothing more than a curiosity to me now, Luna. A pet or a trophy... it's up to you."

An amused snort escaped his lips as he watched her futile attempts to escape. "Oh? And just what do you think you'll achieve with that?" He paused, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a knowing smirk. "Or are you hoping to enlist the help of another unwary sailor who might mistake you for something other than what you truly are?" His eyes flickered toward where her tail trailed on the deck before returning to meet hers once more.

A hand reached out and traced a finger along her pale cheekbone, the touch both possessive and threatening. "No one can help you now... not even your precious sea mother." His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he leaned in closer still. "You are mine, little mermaid... and I will do with you as I please."

The pirate captain smiled mockingly down at her. "Oh, you thought I'd let you escape that easily?" His foot pressed harder against her tail, pinning it to the deck as effectively as if she were a butterfly on display. He leaned in close again, his breath warm and foul against her ear as he whispered roughly, "You belong to me now."

Luna felt his hand slide up to grip her bare breast. She gasped in pain and surprise, but he didn't seem to notice or care. His touch was rough and demanding, his fingers squeezing harder as he ground himself against her. "This is what you'll become now," he growled thickly, thrusting his hips again and again, "my plaything... my slave."

The pain in Luna's breast grew more intense with each passing moment, the weight of the captain's hand making it difficult to breathe. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled against her bonds, but he only laughed darkly, his voice low and cruel. "Oh, is that all you have?"

A wicked glint lit up his pale gaze as he reached down between them, roughly palming her sex through his fin. Luna screamed, tears streaming down her face as she arched her back in an effort to escape his grasp. "This is what I'll do to you every night," he whispered hoarsely, thrusting two fingers inside her, "unless you learn your place." As he continued to torment her, his free hand reached up and roughly tugged at her hair around her neck, revealing the silver scales that marked her as a mermaid. "And this," he growled triumphantly, running his fingers through her hair.

"Ah," the pirate captain crooned mockingly as he thrust harder into her. "I can tell you're enjoying this." His fingers dug deep, teasing at a spot inside her she had never even known existed until now. Every tortured sob that escaped her lips only served to heighten his pleasure and his anger in equal measure. He ground himself against her again, relishing the feeling of power and control he had over this once-proud creature.

Without warning, he removed his fingers from her core, replaced by the broad head of his cock. Luna's eyes went wide with horror as she felt him forcing past her tight resistance, burying himself to the hilt inside her. He growled roughly against her neck as he began to thrust hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a cruel imitation of pleasure. His hips moved roughly, his powerful frame using hers for leverage as he took what was his by right.

Her screams only seemed to spur him onward, the thrill of violating her in such an intimate way driving him wild with lust and anger. "This," he grunted, gripping her hair tighter and forcing her head back, exposing her throat as he continued to pound into her, "is what you'll be for the rest of your miserable life." His voice was harsh and cold, almost unrecognizable as human. And she would only know pain... until he decided otherwise.

The pirate captain laughed darkly, uncaring that she'd passed out from the pain and his brutality. In his mind, this only served to make it more amusing. He pounded into her body without mercy, using her like a cheap whore as he sought his release. His hips moved roughly against hers, each thrust threatening to break her in two as he took what was his and claimed her for himself.

With a savage groan, he let out a thick stream of hot seed deep inside her, painting the insides of her womb red with his mark of possession. His hands left bruises all over her body where they had gripped her tightly, digging into flesh and bone alike as if to brand her as his own personal plaything.

For a moment longer, he stared down at the unconscious mermaid beneath him, the sight of her pale, tear-streaked face and pleading eyes burned into his memory. But then, with an almost careless shove, he withdrew himself from her body, stepping away to allow a minion to drag her unconscious form belowdecks to be cleaned and tended to. There would be plenty of time for play later... after she had learned the limits of his patience.

The pirate captain stepped into the dimly lit chamber where the mermaid was being kept. She was lying in a small tub, her pale skin glistening with sweat and tears. Despite her best efforts to fight back against him, he found himself oddly fascinated by her resilience...and the way she looked at him like he was some sort of monster.

"Well now," he drawled conversationally as he prowled closer, hands resting on his hips. "Time for you to get acquainted with your new home." He paused, regarding her thoughtfully before adding with a cruel smirk: "And I do hope you've learned your place by now."

Without waiting for an answer, he crouched down to look at her. His gaze lingered on the bruises his hands had left all over her body before moving lower...to where their hips would touch if she were standing. The image sent a shiver through him, reminding him of just how pleasurable this particular game could be when played right.

"Now then," he murmured, running a finger teasingly along her bare midriff, "why don't you remind me what my pet's name is?" He smiled knowingly as she flinched away from his touch. Oh yes...this one was going to be fun indeed.

The captain chuckled darkly, amused by her defiance. "Oh, really?" he mocked, leaning in close enough that his breath fanned across her damp cheek. His other hand remained where it was, hovering just above her midsection as if toying with the idea of touching her there again. "Then perhaps a pet name would suffice," he mused aloud, studying her face for any sign of reaction.

Her eyes flashed wide in warning, but before she could speak he continued, grinning wickedly: "From now on, you'll be known as 'Toy'." He said the word with a growl that sent shivers down her spine. With another laugh, he rose to his feet once more, unperturbed by her silence and outrage. "Now," he began, straightening his black leather coat with an almost arrogant air, "let's see how well you obey commands..."

Careful not to touch her again, the captain leaned in close once more. His voice was smooth and almost velvety as he whispered into her ear, "I want you to show me how obedient you can be." Then he straightened, his expression distant and considering. "First, let's see if you can repeat what I just said: 'My name is Toy, and I am the captain's pet.' Go on," he added with a flick of his wrist, indicating she should continue. "Say it."

Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed as if to protest, but he simply arched an eyebrow in silent challenge, daring her to defy him further. After a tense moment, she say "Why would I say that?". She said without even turning to look at him.

He smiled coldly, unimpressed by her attempts at resistance. "Because that's what you are" he stressed as he approached her. Now, he wondered what other tricks and games he could play with his new pet...perhaps even bring her up to the surface for some exercise or perhaps to train her in how to swim like a fish. The possibilities were endless, and infinitely amusing.

The pirate captain's laughter was cold and mocking. "Oh, little mermaid," he drawled, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Do you really think I'd let you die so easily?" He shook his head, regarding her thoughtfully for a moment before continuing on. "No, no...you are far too valuable to me for that."

Then, without warning, he reached out and grasped the chain around her neck, yanking it tight enough to force her head back against the tub's edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled uselessly against his grip, but he only laughed harder. "You will do as I say," he growled hoarsely, "and you will like it."

With that, he released her and stepped away once more, giving her a moment to catch her breath. The expression on his face was unreadable, almost as if he were wondering what sort of game this mermaid would end up playing...or whether or not she'd be worth the trouble in the end.

"Now then," he murmured, tilting his head to the side. "Perhaps you should start by showing a little gratitude for your new home." His voice was soft and almost seductive as he spoke, drawing out each word like a caress against her skin. "After all... isn't that what good pets are supposed to do?"

The question hung in the air between them, unspoken but heavy with meaning. Luna trembled beneath his gaze, unsure of how to respond and fearful of what might happen if she didn't.

A flicker of annoyance crossed the captain's features as he regarded her defiance. "Oh?" he drawled mockingly, stepping closer once more. His hand drifted to her throat, fingers massaging her soft skin with just enough pressure to remind her who was in control here. "And do you think your precious mother will come for you now? Or perhaps your sea sisters?"

Her expression darkened at his words, but he didn't seem to mind; if anything, it only made him smile more broadly. "I thought as much," he murmured almost gently, before abruptly releasing her throat. He took a step back, hands clasped behind his back as he studied the set of her shoulders and the spark of anger in her eyes.

"Very well then," he said with a faint sigh, as if resigned to the fact that she would not easily bend to his will. "Perhaps some time apart from me will help you appreciate my company better." With that, he turned and strode purposefully out of the chamber, leaving her alone to stew in her anger and her hatred...and her fear.

The captain heard her soft sobs even as he left the room. A small smile curved his lips into a cruel line. He had expected no less. She was, after all, only an animal; a pet with delusions of grandeur and importance. Her tears would be short-lived, replaced soon enough by fear and submission.

For now though, he would enjoy the thought of her alone in the darkness, her defiance muted by isolation and despair. He would give it some time before he returned, giving her the opportunity to reflect on just how fortunate she truly was to have been found at all...and not simply left to die on the shore like so many others before her.

The captain chuckled darkly as he entered the chamber, noting with interest that she seemed subdued today. Perhaps it was time for a change in tactics...perhaps even a new game to play. He crossed the room toward her, his steps silent and purposeful despite the creaking wood beneath his boots.

He knelt down beside the tub, his gaze flickering over her body before settling on her face. Her lips were parted slightly, the soft hint of her breath visible in the cool air. The sight stirred something primitive within him...a longing for possession and dominance.

"Ah, my little toy" he purred, reaching out to trace a finger along her jaw. "It's time you learned about obedience." His other hand slipped beneath the water, gripping her hip roughly before lifting her up and out of the tub. She tried to struggle, but it was no use; he was much too strong for her now.

"You see," he continued, walking with her toward a table at the far side of the room, "your body belongs to me. And if you want it back...you'll do as I say." His lips curled into a predatory smile as he set her down on the table, tying his fin. The cool air against her wet skin sent shivers up and down her spine. "So," he drawled, leaning in close once more, "are you ready to learn your lesson?"

Her breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers dipped lower, teasing at the folds of flesh hidden between its fin. Her body trembled with anticipation and fear, a mix of emotions that made him smile even wider. "I thought so," he whispered hoarsely, bending to press a kiss against her trembling

The captain laughed darkly as he ignored her pleas, his fingers teasing deeper and deeper into the most sensitive parts of her body. "Please?" he mocked, giving her a sadistic grin. "You should be begging for mercy." He paused, meeting her eyes with an almost predatory hunger that sent shivers down her spine. "And you will," he added softly, his breath caressing against her skin as he continued to torment her.

Her sobs filled the room, each one fueling him with a newfound lust and power. He knew she was struggling, knew that she was in pain...and yet still she pleaded for mercy. It only made his hold on her tighten further, the need to dominate her growing stronger with every passing moment.

The captain leaned in closer, nipping at her earlobe before whispering against her skin, "Soon enough, little one...soon you'll beg for this." With that, he withdrew his hand and straightened once more, regarding her with an almost satisfied smile as she lay trembling and weeping on the table.

"Now," he murmured, voice smooth as silk, "you are going to thank me for being so kind...and promise not to disobey again." He paused, waiting expectantly for her response. Even if she didn't understand his words, she would know what he meant.

Her tear-streaked gaze flickered up to meet his and, for a moment, hope flared in the depths of those beautiful eyes. But it was quickly stamped out as he arched an eyebrow and tilted his head, silently daring her to try and defy him once more.

The tension in the air was palpable; it crackled like electricity

The captain's cruel grin widened. "That's a good girl," he purred, his fingers tracing idle circles on her skin as if to remind her who was in control. "Now, why don't you tell me what your name is?" His voice was like silk wrapped around a blade; gentle and soothing on the surface, yet deadly beneath.

Her gaze flickered from his hand back up to meet his eyes, hesitation etched into her features. He arched an eyebrow expectantly, the tiny movement reminding her of how easily he could inflict pain upon her body. With a shaky sigh, she forced out the words, "My name is Luna."

Her answer seemed to please him; his smile grew wider as he leaned in close once more, breath caressing against her cheek. "That's right, my pet," he whispered, his voice low and seductive despite the cruelty beneath its surface. "Now remember that the next time you disobey..." He trailed off suggestively, letting his words hang in the air like a threat.

Her heart raced as his fingers continued to stroke her skin, his touch impossibly gentle given all that she'd endured at his hands. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of what might come next.

The captain laughed darkly, his fingers dancing over her skin with an almost predatory gentleness. "That's right, my pet," he whispered, the sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine. "You never know what might happen when you disobey." He leaned in closer, lips brushing against her ear as he continued to torment her with his touch. "Perhaps I'll be even more...inventive next time." His breath was warm against her skin, and it sent a shiver of fear down her spine.

The captain straightened again, studying the terrified expression on Luna's face as he considered what she'd just said. "Luna," he mused, tasting the name on his tongue as if it were some exotic delicacy. "It suits you." And with that, he stood, nodding once to dismiss her from his thoughts...for now.

As she lay there trembling in his wake, Luna could only hope that he'd be content with this small show of obedience and not push her further. Because deep down, she knew that she was close to breaking point...and if it ever came to that, she feared there might be no going back.

As time passed and the captain came and went as he pleased, Luna found herself growing accustomed to his presence...and yet more terrified by it. His words stung like whips, cutting deeper than any physical pain she had ever endured. She would close her eyes and try to forget, pretending that she was back in the sea with her pod, surrounded by love and safety. But even there, memories of his touch haunted her dreams, leaving her feeling trapped within a nightmare from which she could not awaken.

Day turned into night, and then back to day again in an endless cycle of torment and despair. The captain would sometimes ignore her for hours at a time, leaving her alone with nothing but her own thoughts and the darkness to keep her company. Other times he would return, his cruelty taking on new forms as he delighted in pushing her further and further until she could take no more.

And yet despite it all, there was still that small part of herself that clung to the hope that one day things might change...that she might find a way back to her old life, away from this monster who had taken everything from her. But as time went on and reality continued to beat down upon her, Luna began to suspect that this hope was nothing more than wishful thinking...a desperate attempt at survival in the face of insurmountable odds.

The captain laughed, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "Oh, my little mermaid," he purred, his breath tickling against her neck. "You never know what I'll think up next." With a chuckle, he trailed his fingers along the curve of her hip and across the sensitive flesh between her fins. Her breath hitched in response, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched her squirm.

"Now then," he continued, straightening once more. "Why don't you tell me about your life back home? Tell me about your podmates..." He paused, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before adding with a cruel smile, "...and how much you miss them." His expression turned thoughtful as if he were genuinely curious about her past. But Luna knew better than to believe him; this was all part of his twisted game.

The captain's expression hardened at her words. "Oh?" he drawled mockingly, stepping closer again. His hand gripped the chain around her neck, fingers digging into her skin painfully. "And what makes you think that, my little fish?" The anger in his tone made it clear that this was not a question to be taken lightly.

Luna felt a shiver of fear race down her spine as he dug his nails deeper into her flesh. She knew better than to disobey or provoke him further, but the protectiveness she felt for her pod overpowered any sense of self-preservation. "Leave them alone!" she choked out, struggling against the hold he had on her throat.

His smile grew wider as he saw the fear in her eyes. "So brave," he murmured, his voice cold and mocking. With a sudden force, he released her from the chain, sending her stumbling backward until she hit the tub's edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she coughed and wheezed, struggling to catch it again.

"Perhaps you should reconsider your answer," he said slowly, lowering himself down next to her once more. His hand gripped her hip roughly, forcing her back against the tub's edge. "Because if you don't..." He trailed off suggestively, letting his words hang in the air like a threat.