T H E T U S C A R O R A R E V I E W 2 0 2 3 3 3 And as you command, she will be as she was before, a soft innocent girl whose voice is melodic as she speaks to you, with a hum vibrating the air. Enthralled by all means, captured by beauty and grace you have never seen before, you’re filled with a fondness your heart can hardly bear. She asks you to swim with her. You don’t have anything to swim in, but she doesn’t seem to care, and neither do you. She doesn’t take off her dress, or urge you to remove your clothes. She simply kicks off her shoes and waits for you to do the same. There’s nothing else in the world you can do but the same. With your hand in her own, she leads you out to the water, the cold foam of the ocean lapping at your feet. And as you go further, your clothes will stick to you uncomfortably, the chill running bone-deep as your breath escapes in a gasp. But you can’t open your mouth. Your gaze is locked onto her, and only her. When she releases your hand, you grasp for it. When she disappears under the cold waves, you nearly go after. But then she pops up, the water on her skin reflecting the moon like hundreds of diamonds to adorn her. You’re helpless, reaching for her still as she returns to your side, her arms moving around your waist. You find her skin cold, you find that she never really was warm to the touch, and yet you cling to her as if she was the only sense of warmth the world had to offer. She hums to you, and you find your eyes closing in a gentle sway. Then the cold encases you, the breath from your lungs forced out as your body is submerged against its will. Your eyes open despite the burn, needing to see if she was alright. Then you see her, and your breath freezes, your heart lodged in that empty throat as she floats before you. Her skin drawn taunt, an eldritch horror you couldn’t escape, lost in her as her tendrils wrapped around your lifeless form. She smiles as your body finally breathes, unable to pull the air from the water as you drowned. Sirens are creatures from hell, and she’s the to-be queen. Be careful of that woman on the beach, reckless idiot. Author Information: The ocean scares me, pretty women scare me, and that’s all the inspiration I needed to combine both of them.
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