live life tank
Nets tighten, ropes ensnare, man corralled, fishermen beware. Pulverised pirates, mauled mutilated men and violated villagers all begin underwater slave life within the tank. A horror tub of fused coral, warped wood and deep glass. A living life aquarium for the underwater masses. A slave pit for the air breathers. A smorgasbord for the upper echelon.
With routine amounts of salt water pumped in and out what's left of humanity is soggy, saline and consumed by insanity. Whipcord thin, blackened dead eyes, muscles devoured by the body, hair stiff and dry. Escape is non existent, a fruitless endeavour and a pointless dream.
Mollusc men and mermaid ladies trade in peace at the potential prey. Life is traded in bulk within the dark sea. Strong slaves are always in high demand. Pirates are purchased quickly, all men of sea remember the cruelty of sea men. Attractive humans are purchased for high prices, disfigurement and torture the standard affair. Fisherman are saved for special occasions, the most hated of all undersea folk.
The tank will always be full, a constant slave jewel of the midnight sea.
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