Zarah wraps and a massive green arm around your waist and hoists you into the air. You give a little squeak of surprise, but are helpless as the powerful troll carries you to the back of the cave. Unceremoniously, Zarah drops you onto a giant pile of rags, knocking the breath from your lungs with the impact. You roll onto your back and glance around, realizing that this ratty pile must be the Bonegrinders' bed... your stomach goes cold as it occurs to you that the rags you're laying on are clothes. Human clothes. You even recognize a few tattered Faybrook Academy uniforms. Zarah crouches beside you, her massive breasts looming before your face. She gives you a concerned look and begins to stroke your head in what you can only assume she thinks is a soothing way.
"Now, now... I can't have my dinner guest looking so frightened. What kind of host would I be if I didn't put my guests at ease before dining?" She embraces you, smothering you as she presses your head to her chest and pats you gently on the back. "There, there. Zarah will take care of you. Soon, you won't have to worry about anything ever again." She momentarily loosens her hug, which allows you to pull back and gasp in a breath, only for her to smash your face into the soft expanse of her green bosom once more. This time, you feel one of her large rubbery nipples pop into your open mouth. As you struggle for air, you push against Zarah's nipple with your tongue. The troll moans softly and you feel her nipple harden between your lips. Just as your vision begins to darken, she releases you, allowing you to fall back on her bed once more. "See, Zarah knows how to take care of you."
As the troll gazes down upon your naked and sweaty body, she begins to run her fingertips along your flesh, starting at your throat and ending by gently grazing the base of your penis, which remains embarrassingly erect in the face of an immanent death. Your eyes wander to the glistening curves of Zarah's potbelly as you contemplate your fate. As the flickering light dances upon Zarah's immense features, you find yourself thinking of the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. Not the cleaned up version that parents tell their kids, but the dark and brutal folktale that the stern teachers of the Faybrook Academy told you when you were younger. After tossing her clothes in the fire at the wolf's instructions, the little girl of the tale stands naked before her eventual devourer... you're fairly certain how she must have felt. In a moment of hysteria, you find yourself giggling at this thought. Zarah gives you puzzled look, but continues fawning over your naked form.
There's nothing you can do to escape... you might as well play along.
