Inez stared at the siren tied on the old chair. Her eyes were wide just like the others but instead of feeling the thrill of finally getting a chance to have a taste of the euphoria, she was worried about the safety of the siren. Maybe it was a siren thing but the woman had looked at her twice as if she knew what Inez truly was.
And honestly? Realising that the woman knew that she too was a part siren didn't bring any sort of fear but only helplessness. She wanted to help the siren but there was absolutely nothing that she could do for her.
If she tried to do something for her, Inez knew that these people would rip her apart. She had noticed the greed, the desire and the hunger in their eyes while looking at the siren on display. If she dared to make a move, then these people would certainly kill her along with this siren.
