There was a third option. I talked to the other male slaves, we were approached by a female - I forget her name - who had some leadership qualities. S...e was older and wiser than many of us, she was more of a mother-hen than a leader, but we all need a mother sometimes. What would we do? We agreed on our actions and then no-one did a thing; that was often the way with mobs, no-one would be first. To rebel alone was to guarantee a slow, very painful, death so no-one wanted to be first. Antigones. When I'm teased too much, I tend to lose what I'd loosely call my morals, the things that kept me 'decent'. Not to mention, by this point there was little blood now flowing to my brain.I was lost in another trance, my mind drifting when I heard a digital clicking noise that snapped me out of it again. I looked up to see my student laughing, holding her phone in her hand aimed at me."You're an awesome teacher, really, but you're way to easy!" she laughed taking another picture with her phone's. She looked classy and I saw she had a wedding ring on her finger. I was in front of her and I ordered my large luxury hot chocolate. She look at me and said "that's what I get every morning", I replied and said "that's the way to start the day". But the truth is I meant fucking her is the way to start your day. So I left and and so did she going different ways, but being the man I am I couldn't help but look back at her amazing big round ass. I saw her again the following morning in Starbucks. The trolls massive hands firmly on either side of the mans head….his legs flailing about as the troll let out another powerful roar and crushed the mans head like a large piece of fruit. The Other man sword drawn began charging towards the might troll only covered by a piece of cloth around his waste and some sort of leather armor on his chest. It looked tattered and poorly crafted. Shackles around his wrists but no chains. Before the man charging could get close to the troll two black.