Author's Forewarning:

This is most decidedly a darker version of H2O. It involves kidnap, captivity, forced experimentation, and copulation. In fact, it's almost a story of slavery, but with mermaids and magic. Viewer discretion is therefore advised, and this author apologises for putting such beloved characters through all this. Despite what this story involves, I assure you I do not hate the characters of H2O. The same cannot be said for the Mako Mermaid entourage, so be warned that if they appear, it may not be to give them a pleasant fate.

Updates will be on Mondays!

And for those of you who grew up loving American Girl stories (and dolls), or simply enjoy stories of rescue and romance in the 1700's, my newest Felicity/Ben story will be posted on Fridays! Look out for the title, "Lissie Nye."

Prologue

Lewis flinched, but tried not to show it as another dry scale was torn from his tail and sealed in a container for study. The continual drip of water on his arm ensured that he wouldn't return to human form until they'd done whatever they pleased with him. He flexed his fingers and tried to work out the unbearable kinks in his neck, but the straps around his chest and arms prevented him from any more than limited movement.

One of the ceiling lights flickered. The drip on his arm was torture. And he was thirsty. They hadn't given him anything to drink, just secured him to a cold table that looked suited for autopsies and left the water drip. They came in only to take hair, blood, and worst of all, the scales he was still unused to, but no more willing to have them ripped off without his consent. The assistant mumbled something about it hurting less when the scales were dry, but he was an idiot. Lewis wanted to rip a patch of skin off his thigh with a pair of tweezers and see how he felt about it.

Lewis wondered if Cleo was doing alright. Upon their relocation to the research facility, everyone had congratulated the doctor on capturing her first "true male specimen," so maybe Cleo wouldn't be subject to the same painful tests. He dearly hoped she wouldn't.

He'd tried to keep track of time; it was impossible to sleep this way, so he had to do something. It had been... eleven hours and forty minutes, approximately, since they were all safe on Mako Island. He counted back to be sure. An hour of "processing," little more than an hour on the boat, two hours from the moon pool to camp...

A bit of moisture leaked from his eyes, and he was glad no one was there to see him cry.

This was all his fault...