You look into the large tank, the multicolored lights creating an ambiance of mystery, of exploration.
You wait for the last employees to leave, you don't want them finding you since you were banned for life from the aquarium the last time you visited.
You see your target, it's gorgeous body swaying side to side while moving itself through the water, it reminded you of flying - and of freedom. Of cages and captivity. Of a delicious fucking meal.
You lower the net to drag the beauty up, it starts moving, it's slimy body given justice from the bright lights.
You pick it up, after a few failed attempts.
You lift your head back, your jaw unhinges. You shudder, anticipating the feeling that gave you the power to fistfight God themselves.
You lower it slowly into your gaping mouth, you taste the salt of some water that drops from the end of the creature.
You feel it go down, it's smooth body offering very little resistance. It stopped moving.
It's filling your throat up, you want to yell, to exclaim in pleasure but you find you cannot make a sound.
It's all down, you lower to your knees and cry, but not out of sadness or pain.
You cry because it's the best you've felt in a long time.
Chin up king, your eel is sliding.
