ALL CREDITS GO TO @catthethief ON AO3.

It was an ancient, possibly outdated tradition, to sacrifice women to a god in exchange for a good harvest. Yet, ever since you could remember, each spring had been marked by the offering of a fertile woman, a so called 'bride' to the god of the sea your town relied on.

Like any other sacrifice to your town’s god, you had been tied to the edge of the dock. Your hands bound behind you, your foot tied firmly to one of the sturdy supports. So, all you could do was sit on the rough wood of the water-warped platform and listen to the waves lazily lapping at the sand beneath the dark, star-speckled night sky.

Slowly, the the waves make way for moss coloured tentacles as they slowly cling to the dock. A tall, pale man is slowly lifted out of the water before the tentacles retract and dissapear. The mans limbs are slightly out of place but he snaps them back.