Mershark Boyfriend: Nalunani (special preview)

I smash my head against the wall and drag it against the rough walls. It hurts and the water burns along the raw wound, but blood soon begins to rise from the cut. I sigh with relief despite the pain I’m in, and I watch as the blood turns into a red cloud before my eyes.

I wait and I listen to the carnage upstairs. It is horrible and I don’t know if I have welcomed in a fate worse than the one I am living. But perhaps because of my mother and uncle, I can be spared. I can escape and live with the Nalu and just ‘be’. 

The basement door is opened and I hear voices from above. There’s shouting and screaming, and even I can smell blood in the water.

“Ay, this is where it was coming from!” A booming laugh fills the entire basement. “Aw, what a cute little door this is.” Knuckles rap against the thick steel. “I bet his grandma had this specially made to keep her dainty China safe. Don’t you think, Pit?”

“I am extremely tired, sir,” a woman grumbles. “Just get this over with and stop with the act. I have kids to go home to who are more mature than you are.”

“Thanks for letting me have fun, Pit,” the deep voice snarls. “Fine. Think it’s unlocked?”

Pit sighs and I can actually hear her roll her eyes. “I don’t care.”

“I think it’s probably locked.” Suddenly a sharp hand rips through the steel. The hand opens and waves at me. It’s far bigger than my head and the knuckles are knobbed and thick. The nails are shimmering black and sharp. The palm is pure white, but the back of the hand is a metallic dark gray.

“Hello in there,” the voice laughs. The hand reaches in, grabbing the lock and ripping it out. The door then pulls open and an octopus mermaid appears in the doorway. She then steps aside as a massive shark kneels in the doorway.

“Well now,” he chuckles. “This ain’t dainty china.” He grins, showing off the rows and rows of sharp teeth in his wide mouth.

I’ve never seen anyone so big before. He can barely fit through the doorway as he comes into the cell. His face has sharp features, but it’s his bright black eyes that draw me in. His great big hands rip away the chains and free me. He then grabs me and holds me against him.

“You done, Nalu?” Pit, the octopus, asks.

Nalu lifts my chin with his finger and looks me over. He touches the cut on my forehead and he smirks a bit. “I think so, Pit.” He then cups the back of my neck and lays my head on his shoulder.