I am sitting in the corner of the room; the troll has been rampaging for some hours now. It is to do with my not completing my assigned task.
I am terrified at having attracted his ire, and so early in the day. He is obviously having a bad day and when that happens his anger comes my way.
I am the worst of the worst so it seems. His arms are flailing, his body sweating and now beginning to smell, the acrid smell that only trolls can emit. I recoil further into corner if I could be invisible right now I would be happy.
Rather I suffer the onslaught of his words which rain on me in torrents, threats of retribution, emotional blackmail at it’s greatest, my person diminished and my being worthless.
Now I am shaking, his words have cut me to the quick, I am pleading, begging for him to cease but he knows he has me now, I am at my weakest, he rains blows greater than before, my self is cracking, I am disintegrating before him. I have one last saviour, across the room, my only friend in this world is waiting, she holds out a hand, I reach out, her faery fingers grasp mine, together we fly out of there, leaving behind my shattered body.
pain and misery