Not precisely but, Granny maiden seems well informed

You wait, anxious for your fate, not knowing what they wanted of you. So far they hadn't hurt you badly, but not knowing their intentions is even more frightening.

Some uniformed men return. They gaze slightly curiously into your cell. Your hair had mostly dried and the nipples on your full breasts had become pert and tight, in a manner you were not used to, pulled by the weight of gravity as they were.

Fortunately, there was a layer of water on the ground which stopped your tail from drying out.

They talked briefly between themselves as you stared anxiously back at them, unable to understand, but eventually, they turned partially away and fell quiet, guarding you.

You fisted your fingers against the hard metal floor. Tears burning in your eyes.

'Child'

You Looked up suddenly at the telepathic voice. Your sudden movement cached the guards' attention and they glance at you.

'Act normal, don't give us away, pretend you hear nothing.' The voice commands, the voice is articulate and clear, in a manner more common to the older and more experienced merfolk. It was granny maiden talking to you.

You look wide-eyed at the soldiers. You bite your lip then decide to turn your back to them and curl up. Knowing you wouldn't be able to keep your face free from your emotions in the state you were currently in.

'Listen, child, do not try to speak with the humans using telepathy, don't even let them know we can communicate like this. The less they know about our kind, the better.'

You answer with your understanding but ask her anxiously what is happening.

'You are young, aren't you child?'

You answer honestly that you were 18 and had just left the sanctuary. And had sought her out to learn about humans.

There is a pause.

'I am sorry you should have come during these times. They may seem harsh, but I advise you to be kind and friendly to them. They need you, but they don't know if they should trust you.'

You listen quietly, mixed emotions staring within you. Confusion, anger, fear.

You send the old maiden an impression of the men molesting you on the boat. A beat, of the creaking, and quiet hissing of the ship, before you receive your answer.

'This is not a bad thing, child. You are beautiful, and your beauty holds power. They fear you, but they also instinctively desire you. Give them what they want, and you will learn to get what you want in return.'

Suddenly a door rattles open and you look up. Men march through, glancing at you as they pass by. The is more creeping, and when they march back you perk up as you see the frail figure of granny maiden in their hold. You meet eyes with the elderly mermaid.

'Quiet, child'