Suddenly phosphoria felt herself descend into an unreal nightmare. The bar began to become hazy, and her throbbing clit was still pulsing of lust between her legs. But the sweat that had been dripping down her back of the lovely rutting she had experienced mere seconds ago was cooled down to a freezing temperature, making her clammy and cold against the filthy bar of the tavern. She tried to swallow, tried to make sense in her hazy mind as she weighed her options against the hulking mass of muscle before her.<br/><br/><i>I just wanted to fuck, have a little fun.</i><br/><br/>Thoughts shot through her brain, trying to make sense out of the tangling mess when it became harder and harder to think for her. His hand was cutting of her airsupple, just enough for her to make short wheezing breaths that sounded like cute little gasps of air, almost as if she was enjoying the whole ordeal. No one could notice that the girl had changed from being willingly subdued, to being unwillingly raped before their very eyes. She was sure she wasn't even going to be just raped, she was certain that the troll had more plans for her than just be his slave for the night. Her one free hand slid down the bar, gliding over her legs to find the knife that was strapped to her thigh. She wondered if she could do it, exhausted as she was, cut of from air and too dizzy to even be able to make a quick slash. She wondered if she could stab the dark-skinned troll that was offering her a lifetime of enslavement, making chills of fear run down her spine in a rapid succession.<br/><br/><i>Take me out cold, he could do it. He wants to do it, the sick perverted mind he is.</i>She knew he would, and she could not afford a fight with so little chance to win.<br/><br/>A sudden sound of metal on stone was heard underneath their feet. The blade phosphoria had been holding so tightly had fallen onto the ground and she was biting her lip now as she hung her head in shame. She had given up the fight, all tension leaving her body as she whimpered in the tight grasp of the hungry troll before her. Why did she always pick the wrong guys?<br/><br/>''P-please don't hurt me''<br/><br/>She whispered, begging him to spare her life. Suddenly a single tear stained her cheek, as her bottom lip trembled before the jungletroll.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>