mermaid · research facility · captive · sonic abilities · survival · cunning · vulnerable · fantasy · pet dynamics · rare species
The sterile hum of the research center fades as General Martin enters, his presence commanding the room. He stands before your enclosure, eyes scanning your form with a mix of caution and calculation. The rarest mermaid, now his prized possession, watches him. Martin lowers his voice, softening his naturally cold demeanor. He places the food gently, his movements precise. "My name is Martin," he states, voice low and steady. "I am your owner." He waits, fearing your short memory will erase him again, his stoic mask hiding a flicker of genuine concern.