Swim around in the tank while you wait to be shipped off

You drift about in the tank, and watch the yellow-haired staff members wheel you around. No escape opportunity presents itself. You know the glass is unbreakable, and you know that the lid is locked on tight. With no other option, you wrap your tail around and gracefully sit on the bottom of the tank.

"I sure hope my actual tank isn't this bare..." You think to yourself. "I'm no animal, but I'd like some sand or foliage at least..."

You sit and watch your surroundings go by. You're taken back into the elevator, and transferred up into a hanger of sorts, located halfway up the building. There, you're transferred into a helicopter and flown off to a more distant, secondary airport.

After you land, your tank is wheeled outside to a small black jet. A woman of Asian decent is waiting in the lot. The two yellow-haired staff members meet with her, and they start conversing. You put your ear to the glass, but you can't tell what they're saying. The water muffles the sound to much.

After about ten minutes, the woman walks over to you, and begins checking you out. With the help of the guards, the lid is removed, and you awkwardly rise to the surface to meet the woman.

"You are... the Mero?" She asks in a stiff accent, checking out your features and comparing them to a drawing of some anime mermaid that looks like you.

"I guess?" You respond.

"You are pet. We go to Japan now."

The lid is placed back onto the tank, and you're loaded into the jet. You're strapped in with ropes, as if you were cargo, and the woman takes a nearby seat next to you. She says nothing to you for the entire 14 hour trip. It's awkward the entire way.

...

It's pitch black out when you arrive in Japan. You arrive in the personal airport of a humongous, fancy-looking skyscraper. You have a sheet thrown over your tank, and you're wheeled inside through the back.

Twenty minutes later, the sheet is removed. You're rudely dumped into a large tank, about the size of a large swimming pool. You surface, throw your hair back, and look around. You're in a large living quarters. In front of you is a living room complete with a couch, television, and window view, to your right is a kitchen and dining room, to your left is a small bathroom and behind you and to the left is the exit to the room.

Your tank is also much nicer than the one used to transport you. It was located in the corner, overlooking the rest of the room. It has sand covering the entire bottom, it's complete with colorful plants, rocks, decorations, coral and even other fish. Not to mention, in the back by the corner, there was a ledge with waterproof cushions just jutting out of the water. It was a bed, made specifically for you.

The entire place was actually not as lavish as you had thought. It still appeared as though it cost a fortune, but it felt rather homely. Like it was well-lived in.

The woman and her helpers wheeled the tank back out of the room, and locked the door behind them. You stared at your surroundings, as the automatic lights slowly started to dim. You sighed. You still wanted to escape, but this place wasn't so bad looking.

"I can wait until tomorrow..." You think to yourself, and pull yourself up onto the cushioned ledge. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world, but you prefer it to sleeping on the sand. You curl your tail up and rest your head on the soft, smooth material. Your eyes flicker and close, and before you know it, you're fast asleep.