Wait, I need to think clearly.If I'm one thing, it's practical—most of the time.Before I act, I need to make sure this is not a dream.I close my eyes and count to ten, but when I open them, the trolls are still there.I pinch myself, feel the pain, and confirm I'm awake, but they're still there.
Eventually, they roll off the bed with an ungraceful, catastrophic thud that seems to shake the whole house, dragging my linen with them and entangling their limbs in my luxurious sheets.
Okay, so this really is happening.There are now three mammoth trolls fighting with my mulberry silk bedding on the floor of my bedroom—and losing to the lustrous fabric.I still can't believe what I'm seeing.
After much production and exaggerated theatrics, they finally make it to their feet, wobbling all over the place, holding their heads in their massive hands, grunting like bears as if they have the world's biggest headaches.
My gosh, they must be at least eight feet—okay, maybe seven feet realistically.And their cocks...Nope, not going there.I drag my gaze back up to their faces.
I have no idea why, and I don't want to analyze it any further, but the instant my eyes land on their faces, my entire body heats up from the inside, my nipples harden, and a pulse between my legs starts to throb.
They are utterly terrifying to look at—harsh and angular, their jaws unbelievably structured and sharp, their lips full, their hair as dark as night, and intricately braided in places.
Their features are carved out of a...a beautiful nightmare, and I can't stop staring at them.
Umm, what's wrong with me?
They see me.Oh, fudge.I feel my panties dampen at once, and I immediately brush aside the feeling, replacing it with the utter terror I should be feeling.
Waves of startlement shimmer from their gold-orange, deep-set eyes before they repeatedly blink, as if they could blink me away.
Umm...they're startled?Imagine how I feel after being pushed off my bed in the middle of the night by three hulking ogres.And no amount of blinking made them magically disappear either; trust me, I tried.
They're coming toward me like overgrown, drunk, green toddlers, and in the process, they've already crushed my chair as one of them fell over it.Another knocked over a crystal lamp, and the third bumped his head on the glass baubles from the chandelier hanging fashionably low from the ceiling.He proceeded to try to attack the chandelier, but his hands flailed too much, and he couldn't quite catch it.
Crap.I'm still their target.The gap between us is growing smaller.They look as if they're hungry.Oh, double crap.Are they going to eat me?
No.I will not be eaten by trolls right before I have a whole life of freedom ahead of me.Not going to happen.
Then it dawns on me.This is a prank.A bloody prank.
It's either my brothers or cousins—or both—in cahoots trying to...what?Scare me?Where on earth did they get those costumes from?With penises.Eww.
"Haha, very funny.You got me.Now get out of my room.I need to sleep."
They don't immediately remove their masks now that their jig is up.Instead, I get more incoherent grunts.
"Fine," I say, "You want to play?Let's play.I'm going to make you eat these costumes."
