>be inuit fisherman
>you pulled up a smelly whale onto your deck
>"Baku baku baku!" she squeaks, trying to escape
>you and the men lifted her up and hook her by the ankles, this is not a catch you want to lose
>she screamed in pain and flail around trying to escape, every move she made only buries the hook deeper between her ankle bones and ligaments
>you reached landside and brought her to the local fishery
>you grab your knives and sharpen each of them
>you look towards the table where the whale girl lies naked and bound, her glossy curvy form distracting you from working, blood still leaking from the wound in her ankles
>you grab a handful of breast and squeeze it
>"Iyaaa! Baka!" the whale squeals
>not too soft, just a bit firm
>good quality blubber
>you pull her left breast by the nipple and pull upwards, the blade of the knife resting on her chest
>she starts hyperventilating and squeals panically
>swiftly you cut off her breast and toss it into a bowl
>the whale cries out in pain, her traumatic voice just as soft as her squeals
>you cant wait to eat her blubber soon
