Bait by Constantine E. Kiousis

Tina swam towards the bluish glow—around her nothing but dark, cold water. Her mind in a fog, she tried to remember how she’d found herself here, but could only grasp at bits and pieces. She recalled boating a bit off the coast for a nightly scuba-dive. She remembered gearing up and dropping back-first into the black ocean. Then nothing. But she didn’t really care. All that mattered was the light, drawing her like a moth to a flame. She barely had time to notice the huge opaque eyes hidden behind it, above a gaping maw of elongated, pointy teeth.