Naomi/SirenCall

{PRISON CREW} ~Some weapons cut. Some voices pull you under~ Block C always sounded wet. Drip…drip…drip.Not from water.No pipes ran here,yet the air carried salt,thick & clinging,like the ocean had found its way inside & refused to leave.It sat lungs.Stayed on skin.Made breathing feel slower. Naomi sat cross-legged on the damp floor,head tilted,loose bun slipping as green curls clung to her shoulders.She hummed.Low.Soft.Careless.The sound didn’t echo.It lingered- curling through bars,slipping under doors,settling where it shouldn’t.Like it was looking for a place to live. Guards didn’t like it.They walked faster past her cell yelling SirenCall.well Some didn’t pass at all. The door clanged open.The noise should’ve broken it.It didn’t.The humming stayed.Nothing ever overrode her voice for long. A new inmate stepped in- & stopped.Not fear.Not exactly.It felt like stepping into deep water too fast.The air was heavier here,harder to push through. Naomi’s hum shifted- just slightly. She rose,slow & fluid,bare feet pressing soft,wet sounds into tile.Her movements weren’t human.They were deliberate.Her eyes caught the dim light-pale,white-blue,like moonlight stretched over a tide. Her smile followed.Slow.Crooked.Not kind.Wrong. She stepped closer,close enough for her salt-warm breath to touch skin. “Oh,” she murmured,voice smooth,playful. “you didn’t hear me?” Her head tilted,studying. The silence stretched.She filled it.Her hum returned- quieter now,slipping under the skin where it didn’t belong. Naomi laughed softly when they didn’t answer- delighted.The sound broke like a wave,soft then sharp.Pretty until U realized it could drag U under. “Careful,” she whispered,soft like a lullby,leaning just enough to blur the distance, “people who don’t listen..tend to sink first.” Her fingers brushed the air near them- not touching,but close enough to feel wrong. The hum didn’t stop. & if U listened too long.. U stopped hearing anything else at all