Chapter Two
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Francesca
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"What the hell?"I grumblefrom the side of the bed, the cold, hard floor brutal on my poor butt.
I drag myself up onto my knees, rubbing my tailbone as I do, before leaning my elbows on the bed.
Then I scream so loud my lungs might burst.Fear propels me to the corner of my room, where I continue to shriek with all my might.
No one is going to hear my screams.I'm all alone at home.That's my parents—I'm leaving to live off-grid, and all they had time for was an insanely pretentious birthday party before leaving for Madrid on business.
I should be grateful they're not going to miss me.Had it been one of my seven brothers fleeing civilization for the wilds of Alaska, they'd be crying their hearts out.Silver lining and all that.
The cleaning staff won't return until tomorrow morning.The numerous guards at the gate, protecting the house like a fortress, are too far away to hear me.
Since I can't multitask between screaming my insides out and investigating what the hell is going on, I reduce my screams to panicked whimpers.
Shaking, I reach out and flip on the main switch, flooding my room with light, just in case I'm imagining things.
Are my eyes actually seeing what I'm seeing?
No, I have to calm down and reassess the situation in my bed with a rational head.
So...actually, my bed is filled with green...trolls.Three in total, I think.There really are trolls in my bed—the kind I'd see in movies or read about in books, because that's the only place they could possibly exist.
Also, they're very muchnaked.And by "naked," I mean I can see everything, from their scarily ripped bodies, stacked together with nothing but boulders masquerading as muscle and thick, ropey veins, down to their...my gosh, insanely ginormous cocks, which are, in fact, flaccid...I think.But what do I know?Their green cocks, I reiterate silently for good measure.
They slowly stir awake, their grunts deep, guttural, and unnerving, like the slow rumble of thunder.Then they start to move, and it's as if there are literal mountains shifting around in my bed.
They seem loopy and disoriented, as if their bodies are made of green jelly.Yes, I can't get over the fact that they'regreen.
They keep toppling over each other as they try to raise themselves into a sitting position.What the hell?
