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Chapter One

She could still taste the sweat of the girls thighs on her lips as she quietly slid into her blouse. Myra had a knack for finding her cloths in the dark without making a sound. She surveyed the single room studio apartment one last time for anything she might have missed, she hated that next day phone call for a missing earring or pants. confident she had everything she slipped up next to the beautiful naked girl snoring gently on the bed. The covers had made their way to the far side of the room, possibly in fear of being shredded in the nights activities. The girl’s….sandra….cassandra…yes cassandra’s foot propped against the headboard and a glistening line of drool on her lips. Though that most likely wasn't drool on her lips Myra thought with a slight roll of her hips as she remembered. Myra smiled and leaned down to gently kiss the girl, so slightly as to not wake her, before leaving.

This was how the night always ended. No matter how much she wanted to just curl up next to her lover, whether it was an olive skinned goddess like cassandra or the lanky lean frame of Kevin, she never could. She always tingled from head to toe afterward and her mind screamed at her to escape.

The brisk night air was exhilarating as she stepped into the pre dawn morning. Cassandra did not live in the best part of new york, a six story walk up just between the tourist welcoming lights of china town and the ever inviting bakeries in little italy. The musky confined stairwell of the building seemed to close in on her as she quickly slid down the steps. She closed her eyes for a moment to let the cold autumn air wash over her. She never felt dirty after a night like last night. but this always had a way of making her feel fresh.

She slung the thin strap of her purse across her shoulder and started making her way north to the subway. She doubted that she would make it home before three but her first client wasn't until ten AM so enough time to get rested.

Even this late she was not alone on the streets. A too thin vietnamese dishwasher stood outside a chinese restaurant with a fresh cigarette. A young couple pressed together were making their way away from the subway entrance. Myra loved how the city was always moving no matter the time or weather.

She bounced down the stairs of the subway and slid through the turnstile. The station was nearly empty except for a bundle of breathing clothes piled on the far bench and a young black man with over sized knock off headset that leaked a thumping base line across from her.

Myra’s dad had always made her pay attention to what is around her. Always noting who was where and what the were doing. And most important if they had noticed her. She could never walk down the street with her headset in. Never read a book on the train. She always paid attention the people around her which may be why she had become such a great photographer.

The meeting tomorrow. A wedding shoot. She hated weddings. The brides always wanted to look like a princess on a paupers budget and the groom always tried to hint at a “honeymoon” session. But it paid the bills and she had a knack.

The pile of clothes stirred.

Mrya guessed that the young man was getting off of his shift. His shoes had thick souls with a line of geese and distinct wrinkles in his shirt from an apron tied to tight.

And there was a whiff of…meat.

The cloths were now on the ground in front of the bench. odd.

Maybe he worked at a butcher shop.

Myra looked around but the station was otherwise empty. She pulled out her phone. 2:24 am. The train should be her in ten minutes.

No, not fresh meat. Like raw meat that you forgot you were defrosting. She decided to make a note not to go to any markets in this neighborhood.

There was a low rumble from the subway tunnel that took her by surprise. She glanced back at the young man who was still rocking his head slightly to the repetitive base line. Eyes closed and completely unaware. Down the station she looked at the pile of cloths…

That were gone.

There was no exit on the other side of the station. Nothing had walked past her. She stiffened her back and sat on the edge of the bench. Her legs tighten under her at the ready to make a quick bolt to the entrance.

She took a deep breath. It was late. She still had the taste of cassandra on her lips and the thrill of the night was making her jumpy. But she didn’t relax. the rumble became louder. She glanced at the phone. The train was five minutes early. Thank god because this night was getting creepy.

Myra’s smile dissolved. She thought, the trains are never early.

Three thick fingers the size of a man’s forearm clamped down on her shoulder and lifted her up and over the bench as a deep throated voice gurgled.

“this one smells tasty”.

The station rolled around with the neon lights leaving streaks of green-white in her eyes. The young man with the ever bobbing head spun before her eyes upside down. As the darkness of the tunnel engulfed her and the rumble of the upcoming train drown hear senses she thought.

“take off your stupid fucking headphones you idiot”.

Chapter Two

Myra opened her eyes. Well, she thought she had opened her eyes. they felt open but everything was still black. No. A speck of light bobbed nausiatingly away from her. Her brain was pounding to escape the pain in her head with a rythmic thump thump thump and refused to help her locate her limbs. When she finally regained some control she realized that she was slumpped over a slab of meat the size of a horse and being carried further into the darkness. She tried to scream but the air in her lungs kept being press out of her with each thump thump thump and the lumbering giant carried her.

Something was wrapped around her lower back and holding her down. Not tightly but with the firmness of heavy steal that had no intention of being bent or moved in any way. She tried squirming but the grip neither tightened or loosened in any way.

"Meat smells good, Grood did good this night" bellowed the beast.

Myra Lifted her arm and timed the blow on the rise of the step. Her elbow found the base of the neck with a sharp meaty thump. The beast stumbled slightly and slung Myra across the cavern.

"Bad meat." Grood howled. More annoyed than hurt.

Myra lifted her aching body, her eyes finally adjusting to the dark and see the... for lack of any better work she could come up with...Troll. It was completely naked and stood at least Eight foot tall. Muscle layed upon muscle that would defy any anatomy textbook. The most striking feature though was the massive tree trunk cock that dangled between the trolls legs with balls the size of cantalop...and there were three of them