The Troll (final...)
I cowered
Hoping I would not become
This beast’s second course
It stood directly above me
And I felt the terrible talons prick my flesh
As it grasped me
But pain was not forthcoming
Instead,
I was privy to what I could only describe
As even more terrifying
Than what had happened to my sister
I felt the Troll’s tongue upon my body
Lapping up all the remaining traces of my sister
That covered me
I was shaking profusely
And coated in saliva
That smelled worse than a sewage spill
The Troll placed me back upon the floor
And vanished
Into the portal of emptiness and despair
It had emerged from
And I was left to ponder,
Is this Netherworld evil
Friend
Or
Foe????
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