The little Mermaid 16

Ariel's POV

For three days after I returned to the house, I couldn't help but think about how I would be able to get my Dada to release me from the home imprisonment he kept me in. Even as I paced to and fro the length of the room I was in, no idea came to me.

I balked at how it was becoming increasingly hard to think straight these days. Each time I sat down to think, only the thought of Eric and what he would do to me came. I would spend hours and hours fantasising about the man. By the time I realize that I needed to think of a way to get out of the mess I was in in order to actually see him, I would start thinking of an escape plan. Barely five minutes into the deep thinking, I would find myself thinking about Eric again... just like I currently was.

I was floating on top of my bed. My hands were on my breasts and I kept culling and squeezing them the same way I saw Eric did that day at the beach. I moaned as I imagined it was his hands playing with my breasts instead of mine. St