Chapter 57


    The Merman, My Man by ck Velvet Chapter 57


    “No, please don’t! I’m not his breeder! ” I cut off the soldier’s words immediately. I was eager to stay


    clear of Dicken.


    Any words that were rted to Dicken and me made me nervous. I grasped my cors helplessly,


    forcing myself to calm down quickly.


    But then I smelled the thick, humid scent of Dicken’s body. The smell was getting closer to me, and I


    was surrounded by it within a second.


    I started to see Dicken crawling towards me. Memories of the bits and pieces began shing back in


    my mind. I was terrified, and I had to leave.


    I fled to the cabin in a great rush and closed the door with a m.


    Gary caught up behind but was locked outside. “Miss. Linda! We need your help! “


    “Linda! D*mn it! Let me in! “


    They were pping the cabin door violently. Gary and the soldiers were shouting outside, but I pressed


    my back firmly against the cabin door.


    I was then upied with all kinds of emotions. The images of being raped by Dicken filled my mind.


    Shame, fear, and irritation. My mind seemed to be overloaded for a moment. But in the next second, I


    found myself falling to the ground. My eyes went dark before I could call out for help.


    I woke up from the daze again. I had no idea how long it had taken.


    The direction of the waves outside the window was shing backward. I spotted a white track on the


    sea surface. The ship was cutting merrily through the water, and it seemed like the ship had taken off.


    ‘But…where was this ship taking me to?’


    I dazedly thought to myself. I had be one of the passengers without knowing anything.


    I started to feel dizzy. I probably caught a fever again. I did not have the strength to be angry or want to


    suffer the pain anymore.


    Regardless of where this ship was heading, I was already on the way. ‘Linda oh, Linda. You have no


    way of escaping.’


    Subconsciously, I gave up struggling. I stood up and took a few steps. Then I copsed on the


    bedboard, feeling lethargic.


    I gradually felt my fever be more severe. The heat in me slowly spread to every inch of my body.


    The bed below me no longer felt like a bed. Instead, i t felt like it had turned into a steaming basket. As


    if I was being steamed in high heat.


    I would soon evaporate to death. Every pore in my skin had erged, consumed by the heat they were


    exuding.


    “Water…Water…“ I cried out subconsciously. But my throat was parched and dry, and I could only cry


    out in a hoarse voice.


    Maybe I was dying. I didn’t know.


    The idea of dying became more evident in my mind second after second. My fever would get more


    severe if nobody found out I was here. Or perhaps I


    wouldn’t die, and the high fever would damage my brain.


    My instinct told me I had to get out of bed. But my arms were as soft as jelly. They felt dead. My fingers


    were so heavy, as if they were each tied up with a pile of stones, I could barely move.


    Initially, I was still conscious, struggling drowsily. But I slowly started to lose consciousness as time


    passed.


    Then, I was drowned inplete darkness. I hadpletely lost my consciousness now, and my body


    felt like it was being submerged in burning hot waves. It made me feel like I was slowly sinking…


    sinking…sinking…


    A sudden coolness awakened me, and I sensed a moist and cold object beside me. I had no idea how


    much time had passed. But this coolness came right before I shriveled up into a corpse.


    The next minute I could feel the cool object gently covering my forehead. It tried to transmit the cool


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    temperature to me by licking me on my forehead. It had somehow caused our body temperature to


    somewhat interchange. A momentter , I could feel my burning forehead be so much more


    rxed.


    The coolnessforted me, and I thirsted for it. I desperately wanted more of it. The pleasure on my


    forehead could no longer satisfy my needs.


    My mind was all over the ce, but I had no more energy to see or guess what it was. My eyelids were


    too heavy, and I could hardly open my eyes.


    I could not stand it anymore. I needed it more than ever. Now. I lifted my head and immediately thrust


    the cold and slippery tongue-like object into my mouth like a deer panting for streams of water.


    I began to suck desperately, absorbing its moisture bit by bit.