A Dark Troll

“Smart human head for skink weed. cough.” A voice in rough common shouts out as the hand pulls you up and back away from the safety of the bush. “But mart human too slow, I catch you, you my food now. cough.”

You are turned to face your attacker and couldn’t believe your eyes. In front of you was a Troll but one unlike the others she had seen depicted in books. Like the fox it’s skin was jet black except for white hair on her head, under her armpits and between her legs and it was a "her" because although the hair covered any sign of genitals it had a pair of large sagging breast on her chest wide feminine hips. This was the mythical Dark Troll.

“Please, I am lost, I mean you no harm, just let me go.” You beg.

The dark troll laughed “Ha, ha, Ha, cough, Human my lunch. cough. You go in my belly now. cough.” She sputtered as she lifted you over her head and dropped you, backpack and all into her mouth.

You are quickly sent down to the troll’s stomach where you found the one thing that the troll hadn’t swallowed was your dagger. This troll, like the fox was ever so real on the inside and a pool of acid had started forming at your feet stinging them.

“Please,” You shout, “I don’t want to die, let me out.”

“What you deal, cough, human.” You hear the troll’s raspy voice echo around you.

“What?”You reply confused.

“Human offer deal, good get out, bad squirm in belly. cough.” Troll replied.