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Callia.
The water doesn’t feel like water anymore. It moves with me. It answers to me.
I don’t remember the exact moment when that happened. Maybe it was when I stopped resisting him at last. Maybe it was when I screamed his name, shattered on his c**k and let the salt swallow me whole.
Now I was able to breath beneath the surface like I had never breathed air before. The currents brushed against my skin in familiarity. The small sea spirits followed me, glowing faintly and pulsing when I passed. They don’t even fear me. They listened to me.
I didn’t ask why it was all happening. I could feel it in my blood. Something was changing. I didn’t feel like an offering or a sacrifice anymore. I felt like I belonged.
The chamber was quiet, moonlight filtered down from the surface through
