Bob watched the girl reuturn to the house. This was his chance.
He stepped out, and walked across the street, tripping himself purposely. Groaning, he called out for help. Belle turned her head sharply to find the man she least wanted to see. But he was injured? Why was he calling help, she stood by the door. A small crease between her brows.
Bob watched her, if she came to help... or any sign of hesitation would inform him of nievity, and such a trait is not very likely in a human, not anymore. And most likely not at her age. "Will you help me?" he called out from the street. "I cannot stand up.. " he groaned trying to stand. Her hesitation confirmed much of what he already knew, it was now only a mater of proving it. "I don't know.. " belle mumbled almost to herself, she looked back to see if Dane was anywhere she could see. Not seeing him, her gaze fell on the man on the ground. Her heart churned for him, poor thing... She could almost hear Dane telling her to go back inside and the man would be able to handle himself. Some part of her would agree to what her 'imaginary' Dane was saying, but he was an old man... Well.. not too old, but older than they.. okay not old. mid forties, maybe fifties?
She took a step closer, and Bob almost smircked, ALMOST, "Just help me to my home, I will manage from there." he told her exceeding his hand to her.
He can't do anything in the ublic right? Besides... He was injured. Against better judgement, Belle headed to him. She was nervous about being around him, something about him was unnerving. She helped him up, but he wrapped an arm over her shoulder so that she would support him. In Bob's mind that was a way of ensuring she got close enough to his place.
His arm sent a chill down her back, and not a good one. It was one of those that normally sent her running for the hills... Or swimming to the Reefs.. whatever, semantics.
She licked her dry lips. as she walked with him. to his door trying to get rid of his hold. He only held tighter. Just as they were by the door, and he stepped inside with her still under his arm. He slammed the door shut with his leg, gripping her wrists together. he pushed her against the door, and looked for the first thing he could find to tie her up.
Panic swept through her like ice that she was almost blind from it. She couldn't even scream, or croak a sound. "Got you!" he snarled, "Admit it!! You're a mermaid!" Orabelle was beyond pertirifed at his point, and his iron grip on her wrists made her eyes burn. "Ow...ow..that hurts..." she mumbled, uncertain what to do.. "You cannot do this.. it's illegal!" She shot back, managing to find her voice.
"Naive.. how nice.. I don't expect mermaids to be knowledgable of the human world.. and their tactics.." Belle tried pulling her hands free only to have him press her to the door. She couldn't react, shock was such a powerful weapon. He tripped her and picked her up over his shoulder. He wanted to see her tail.. He tossed her on the couch, and spilled the water over her. This made her scream. He quickly covered her mouth with one bulgy hand. Her tears threatened to spill.
Bob waited... and waited... No tail? What on!
He was certain! Her breathing was now ragged partially from the incomplete shifting, and his hand on her face. Then there was the jeans issue. Her legs couldn't contact, and it was painful to keep them apart, almost like tearing skin. She writhed on the couch. Disgusted by this man... Her heart racing so fast, combined with her uneven breathing, the world dimmed quite easily, and she was thankful for it.
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Bob was beyond annoyed. He should just toss her back at his door step. Oh wait.. What on, why was her breathing uneven even after he pulled his hand away. Her blouse had lifted up slightly revealing the end of her stomach. Bob just stared at the smooth skin, but there was something else... Scales? He touched them, and the smoothness was rewarding. He laughed audibly. "YES! I knew it!" he picked her up to his shower stall, which happened to be on the side facing Dane's place not too far off in the distance.
He stripped her off her clothes, and it was almost difficult to control other urges at this point... He could have his way now... But his need to see her true form was more demanding, he put her on the cold tiles of the stand shower, and turned the water.
Surely enough her legs came together, forming her tail. He touched it, loving the smoothness. Now everyone who called him crazy would see! He wasn't! He knew it! He was almost frantic with the knowledge.
He wanted to go get a few things set for his big announcement. He locked the bathroom door, and made sure the shower door was difficult for her to open, and nothing for her to dry with so she wouldn't change back. He then left, and went to his room, to plan his speech. Celebrating with a bottle of beer.
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A few hours later, Orabelle woke up with a pounding headache, and every muscle in her body ached. Her arms were slightly bruised, and.. oh.. no.. she glanced at her tail, and memories of the last few hours came rushing in... She curled up in the corner, too dry for her tail, and too damp for her to be human, it was a horrid state. She couldn't even reach the faucet, always almost close enough. Her tears slipped quickly, hot and burning against her cheeks. What had she gotten herself into. How would Dane even find her... What time was it anways... She just curled up. Defenseless.. and helpless, she loathed the very feelings, and the man who made her feel them.
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