“I said hey,” the voice groans as a set of large moist hands grab my shoulder and yank me around.
“What?” I snap back and then look up. Like way up.
A fucking troll. He has to be every bit of nine feet tall and six times wider than me.
“Mine. You’re mine.”
Trolls aren’t known for their intelligence or ways with words.
“The fuck I am.”
“Pretty.”
“Thanks, but I’m not looking for anything tonight.”
His finger and thumb wrap around my wrist like it’s a twig in his large grasp.
“Let go of me,” I cry out, trying to pry his fingers off of me.
He’s walking through Allure, brushing past tables, and people like they’re nothing. Did I really consider sleeping with a troll earlier tonight? What the fuck was I thinking? Definitely a hard pass. I don’t care if I never have sex again. I can’t sleep with a troll. He smells like fish and sewage. I’m surprised they allowed him to come in.
“Let go of me!” I yell, trying to set my heels into the ground to stop us, but he’s probably five hundred times stronger than I am.
“Let her go!” a voice yells beside me and I recognize it immediately.
Lizzy.
“Lizzy! You’re here,” I say, reaching out for her to give her a one-armed hug, but the troll is still moving. He’s heading towards the large door that says Infernus.
“No shit Sherlock! What in the hell are you doing here? Where are your clothes and what happened to your body?” Her hand latches onto mine and we both pull.
My wrist plucks out of the troll's slimy hands and we both fall on our butts.
“I wanted to come out tonight and have some fun. My clothes are here,” I say, shaking them. “And Madame Dubois picked me as the volunteer for the Shibari demonstration.”
“Shi-whatty?”
“Decorative rope bondage.”
“You kinky fucker!” she says, shoving me to the side. “Next thing I know, you’ll be wanting me to call you a good ghoul.”
“Ha. I see what you did there.”
“You. Come here!” The troll commands.
Lizzy and I both scramble to our feet.
“I don’t think so, buddy. She’s my bitch. I claim her.”
“Aww boo.” I smile at her, tilting my head to the side.
“I didn’t have time to get a ring or anything,” she continues, playfully.
“Lies. You lie. She’s mine. She’s Wilpus’s.”
“No. I’m not!”
“Will puss what?” Lizzy goads.
