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Ember
closed her garnet eyes, she could feel the pull of the tide
approaching and receding off that distant shore.
    The cold sucked further at her energy and she
was lost. If she went to the sea she could rejuvenate easily. She
bit her lip, indecision eating at her already exhausted mind.
    However, the Mer warriors might also be there.
In fact, it was almost certain. Without the proximity of the sea
they were limited. They would need to recharge themselves near the
sea before chasing her again.
    Ember could bed down if she could find
someplace... she looked around, spotting a pile of leaves, forest
debris and moss.
    Ember thought of her pampered life within the
womb of the Mer. How she missed her warm seawater sleeping chamber,
her cleaning cubicle. She suddenly thought of her seed pods and put
her hand to her hair. After searching deliberately through the
entire mane she found each and every one, though they were
hopelessly tangled. She sighed, tears burning the back of her
eyelids.
    She knew she'd made the right decision, but it
was hard convincing herself as she lay down in her makeshift bed,
her skin losing its last bit of heat. Ember closed her eyes, the
blanket of leaves covering her, the luminescent color of her skin
softly shining in the earth tones of the forest.
    A lone jewel for criminals to stumble upon. And
this part of the forest was a virtual highway for nefarious traders
of illicit goods.
    Ember was vulnerable. Not because she was
female. But because she was far from the sea. The call she could
cast to The Mother would not help her. The sea lay too far
away.
    When the men came upon her, a sleeping mermaid
without a tail, they knew what she was immediately, and what
decorated her hair.
    Mason looked at the fragile creature of the sea,
the sea they exploited for monetary gain. He nodded to the thug
that was paid to do his bidding.
    “Look, she's shivering,” he said. “Do yah think
she's dying?”
    Mason shook his head. “No, those people that
live in the ocean are plenty adaptable enough to make do with
temperature changes. It's that she's not close to the ocean. She's
weak.”
    “Let's just take the shit and get the fuck out
of here,” Brutal said. His name was an apt moniker because of the
atrocities he'd perpetuated in the name of the almighty dollar.
    Mason cleared his throat. “No. We'd have to kill
her to take the pods from her hair.”
    Brutal lifted his brows, his face clearly
saying, and that's a problem... why?
    “ It's from the boss. No death.
In fact, there's no fucking either,” Mason warned, obviously
feeling the other man's vibe.
    “ Well damn, I wanted some
fun.” He made a hip thrust in the air.
    “ I didn't say we couldn't
have fun , we just can't prick her
pussy, yah ass wagon.”
    Brutal grunted. He wanted to fuck some
pussy. It pissed him off that there was an imaginary shackle on his
dick. He wanted so bad to be on his own. He'd fuck first and ask
permission later, that's what life was about. Humping pussy,
spending money. What else was there? His cruel eyes landed on the
pale blonde asleep under the soft forest debris. She didn't even
remotely blend in with the earthen tones of the forest. She'd been
easy to spot.
    Mason could virtually see the sluggish
wheels of Brutal's intellect as they turned, going through the
motions of his deliberation on what would work.
    In the end, Brutal was a well-trained
dog.
    He'd give Brutal a little leeway for
pleasure so he could call on more evil favors in the near
future.
    “ He didn't say anything about
her ass...” Mason mentioned.
    “ Yeah,” Brutal growled. “Lets
do some coming in her other holes.”
    Mason and Brutal walked to where Ember
slept, oblivious of the plans of degradation they had in store for
her.
*
    Ember woke slowly, feeling a delicious sensation
along her thigh. She was no longer cold but perfectly balanced in
temperature. When she felt an unfamiliar pressure at the opening of
her sex her eyes snapped open. Blazing