Siren's Song

*Trigger warning: blood, minimal gore, and death.*

She calls to him. Beckoning him forward with her luxurious song. Waiting for a lover to come hold her. She catches sight of him just beyond the far rocks, listening ever so intently to her call. He brings his small rowboat forward, having heard tales of the elusive maiden-like creature that lures her victims to their death, and heads towards the beautiful voice.

It takes him mere minutes to reach the rock on which she sits. Her skin sparkles under the midday sun, as her glorious blue-green fish tail makes tiny circles in the crystal clear water beneath her. The man is captivated by her beauty. He docks his boat on a nearby ledge and takes a step towards his enchantress. Walking through the water, he never misses a beat. Soon, he meets his love on the rock and pulls her into his embrace.

“My name is Thelxiepeia,” The seductress hums into her victim's ear.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” He slurs in response.

“You flatter me,” She purrs, “But do go on.”

“I have never seen such beauty in all my years of living,” He runs his fingers through her luxurious blue-green hair and continues speaking, “The way your hair cascades down your perfectly sculpted body, is simply perfection. The light shimmers off your lightly bronzed skin, causing you to look like you're encased in diamonds. When the water covers your enchanting tail, each blue-green scale shines, the glimmering magnified by the clear, glassy water,” He finishes his speech in a quiet whisper, lulled to a slumber-like trance by his love.

Thelxiepeia should have just let him crash against the cluster of rocks below her, but, against her better judgement, she had him her on the high rock. It had been a long time since she got any visitors here on her island and she reveled in the one she had leaning against her smooth flesh. Now, that she has received all of his love, it was his turn to receive hers.

“I'm sorry, my love,” She whispers as she places him gently down on the rock.

A few moments later, her love wakes up, confused and disoriented as to where he is. He sees a beautiful woman standing over him, with a look of love on her face. The look is gone as quick as it was there, replaced by a look of utter hatred.

She attacks with expert precision - going for the less vital things first. She wants him to truly suffer at her hands.

She extends one of her talons from her fingernails, pierces her lovers own fingernails, and rips them from their respectful beds - one by one. The man had never experienced a pain quite like this and, quite frankly, didn't want to experience it again. Unfortunately, he wouldn't get off quite as easy with each ing minute.

The same thing happens to his toenails. One by one, they're ripped from the beds they lie on. Every time one was removed, the man would let out a howling, ear-splitting scream.

Thelxiepeia finds not only joy, but sadness as she rips into her loves fingers and toes. It should pain her immensely, given that he's her love, but for some reason, it doesn't. If anything, she's overjoyed with causing him pain. It fills her heart with glee.

Removing her talons from his toenails and tearing up his collared shirt, she creates a long incision on his left pectoral muscle. Delicately sliding a nail under the flap of flesh, she gently peels back the outer layer of skin - taking extra precaution not to rip any underlying muscle. Blood pools around them, staining the rocks surface. The man screams in torment, horrified that this is his fate.

She continues uncovering his exposed, pink muscle almost wishing she had gone slower for her own enjoyment. Once she’s satisfied with the results, she swishes her tail out of the water, making sure to get water into the open wound. The saltwater hits his bare muscle, causing him to writhe in pain; voice hoarse from all his screaming. Thelxiepeia repeats the peeling process over again on different parts of his body, each more gruesome than the last.

After his skin is completely removed, she moves on to his tongue. He squirms underneath her not only from the pain that came with the skin peeling, but also because he knows what she is about to do and wants nothing to do with it. She grasps his jaw in one hand and in the other, prys open his mouth. Reaching into the back of his mouth, she yanks with all her might, retrieving the elongated muscle from his hyoid bone. He starts to choke on his own blood as it cascades down his throat and pools into his lungs.

The last thing she does, as he slowly dies in front of her, is gouge his eyes out - making sure to leave the optic nerve fully intact. The last thing she wants him to see, before he goes into an eternal slumber, is her captivating body. Plucking his dull green eyes from her talons, she places them with the others just underneath the surface of the water - in the sand.

She shoves his cold body from the rock and in the ocean, watching him float further and further away from here cove - a single tear rolling down her cheek.

****

I don't write in third person often, so this is probably absolute trash. Anyway, criticism is always appreciated.

#VD2018

Image Source