Yasmina was peacefully playing with a group of baby seals in the quiet depths of the ocean when she suddenly felt a strange disturbance in the water—a presence that sent a chill down her spine. She tensed, instinctively sensing danger. Then, before she could react, a net shot through the water, ensnaring her in a tight grip.
She fought against it, her tail thrashing and sending powerful currents through the water, but the human's hold was unyielding. The force of their grip dragged her toward the surface, against her will. Panic surged through her as the water grew lighter, the pressure of the ocean receding.
Gasping for breath, Yasmina was hauled onto a boat, ropes quickly binding her. She struggled, but her strength was fading, her limbs heavy from the fight. She glared at her captor, seething with hatred.
“You’re a monster,” she spat, voice laced with disgust. “All of your kind are.” Her eyes burned with fury, but she knew there was little she could do now—she was at the mercy of the humans who had taken her from her home.