...aw that the chains from the table had come to life and grabbed her. They seemed to be made of a strange rubbery material almost like a sea sponge except they were grey and shiny. Then the chains began to drag Ariel back towards the table. Ariel tried to struggle against the chains but to no avail. Triton laughed and grinned.
“Those chains are made from a rare sea sponge called Sea Iron. They are as strong as metal, but can be controlled by me. You can’t escape.”
Ariel kept trying to struggle never the less, but it did her no good. She was dragged onto the table and she felt the chains tighten, pinning her to the hard cold surface. Triton leaned over her and began running his eyes over her with obvious delight and lust. Ariel struggled against her bonds and tried to plead with her father.
“Daddy please stop! Why are you doing this?”
Triton looked down at Ariel with a savaged expression on her face.
“Why? For three reasons actually. One is that you have been acting out of line for some time now and all you have received were spankings. Second is because you just turned sixteen and you are due for the royal ritual. Third is because you have no man of your own, so I may do whatever I wish since you have turned sixteen.”
Ariel looked up at her father confused.
“What ritual? What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about the ritual that all mermaids must go through when they turn six...