The Shark's Gift - 388 word short story-- what do you think?

Karina Brown pushed herself off the transparent wall of her ocean-habilitation module, and watched her trajectory carry her to the interior of her cryopod.<br><br>“Karina, please--“ its voice was like the warm breeze on an oven-hot day in DC, a-- its hand on her muscle-- she knew he was lying. She could hear the lie in his voice, feel it in his warm, smooth breath.<br><br>Clotilde the AI’s voice cut through the haze of the dream. “Critical systems failure—- all hands report to escape pods.”<br><br>Karina realized she was already there. She looked around, and saw Jorin and Paul, both of whom had been on her science team, and a young man she’d never seen before.<br><br>“Looks like we’re the only ones who made it,” Jorin said, then he looked her in the eyes. “Clotilde, did you save us? Is anyone else--“ and her voice cut in like a knife on glass.<br><br>“Negative. There is insufficient fuel--“ and the module exploded.<br><br>Karina felt her pod kick her in the back, and she was thrown into space. She was terrified that the pod wouldn’t-- its life support wouldn’t be able to maintain the warmth and oxygen she needed to live. This was what happened, of course. The pod was-- it was just for emergency escape-- not made for long-term survival.<br><br>Around her, the silence was deafening.<br><br>--thinking about how Clotilde had said her name, as if she’d known her.<br><br>“Don’t move,” a voice said, and she-- she had been going to look around, but then something brushed past her face, and she felt a sharp burning.<br><br>My eye. It’s gone.<br><br>“Don’t struggle,” a voice said. “If you do, you’ll bleed out.”<br><br>--Why not just kill me, then? Why-- why go through the trouble of saving my life?<br><br>Karina thought about the boy who had lain on top of her, about how he-- and she realized her captor had-- she had felt his smooth, firm skin, felt the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.<br><br>She realized he had been naked.<br><br>He was the shark she had met in her dream.<br><br>He had given her a gift. She knew it. She could-- she could feel it.<br><br>She was afraid to look at her eyes. She was afraid of what she would see.<br><br>SINCE YOU ASKED SO NICELY... I will let you see.<br><br>Karina opened her eyes, and saw her reflection in the polished steel of her cryopod.<br><br>Her eyes were black as coal, and they-- they glowed, just a little.<br><br>What do you think? It's the second piece I've written towards my goal of 26 submissions to literary magazines.