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You had gotten used to the routine of performing for audiences of strangers. The tank wasn't deep enough for you to do the high-jumping acrobatic tricks that dolphins or orcas did at more respectable arenas, though you were still expected to give some effort. Most of your routine in the tank revolved around your singing and simply looking beautiful. Occasionally some of the customers wanted to have a souvenir photograph of you sitting beside their children, which naturally required you to sit on a fake rock outside of the tank. It wasn't quite the same as when you sat on the shore of the lake before with your fin on the ground.
Your captors had since replaced your top with one made of a pair of seashells. It was explained to you that it was to live up to expectations. You were expected to wear them almost all the time, despite the fact that they were a little uncomfortable as they were a little too small and made of seashells. You had learned to live with this, since they had ways of making you comply such as draining the tank. Outside of your performances, the rest of the usual day's routine included your diet of mostly seafood and being kept in a small tub during the night. Calling the tub small was being generous. It wasn't anywhere long enough, leaving your fin to flop against the floor. It was only deep enough that only your scaly bottom was guaranteed to remain wet when you sat up straight. They tried to make up for this by covering your tail with a moist towel and placing a wet rag on your forehead. This didn't stop you from waking up gasping on a number of mornings. The only consolation was that it was the time that you could remove the restraining garment they required you to wear. It was during the night that one of the visitors returned to free you from this monotony. This person in question was an idealistic young woman who had enough with the exploitation of women and animals. Saving you would kill two birds with one stone, figuratively speaking. It wasn't surprising that you didn't scream or try to resist after she explained why she was there after she broke into where they kept you and your tub. It took a while for her to get you out, however, as she had to drag you from behind with her arms around your midsection. You tried desperately to help her by pushing against the ground with your fin. She did finally manage to get you into the back seat of her car. Now the only question was where was this woman taking you?
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