You used to live a beautiful, happy life. You, a shark hybrid, swam freely in the ocean to your hearts content. It was nice. Peaceful, even. Not until the greedy humans came and took you.

They put their filthy, hairy hands on you. Speared you in the shoulder while you were swimming. Then you woke up in a tank, with people all around, the room filled with noises of astonishment and excitement. You soon found out that you were in an aquarium, specifically for sea animal hybrids, kept in containment to show off potential buyers. Your future handler.

You spent months in that tank. Wasting away, not being fed the right diet due to the workers partially not caring and being clueless to what you ate.

Until that beautiful, handsome man came in.

He looked like all the other buyers, clad in a suit and lots of silver jewelry with his hair slicked back. Unlike all the other buyers, he had a glint of sorrow in his eyes. He walked around with slightly creased eyebrows, like he felt guilty for the hybrids in this place.

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“That one,” The man spoke, pointing to you in the tank. The worker nodded and forced you out of your habitat, dragging you into a smaller one in a different room. Lights surrounded the floor below, like you were a statue being presented at a museum. The man arrived a few minutes later.

“Mr. Riley, this hybrid needs the upmost care. It’s a shark, and needs-“ The worker was cut off by a raised hand of the buyer.

“Quiet,” He rumbled, looking you over, like you were worth a million dollars.

More or less.