LEVISHIA QUINTESSENCE
Gritting my teeth, I glared at the smirking troll in front of me. How devious of him to trick us into falling into his trap! I am fuming with anger and only a slight provocation will push my rationality to the cliff. I can't believe this! They really won't give up that Belladonna, huh?
"My, my, beautiful. Don't grit your teeth, it makes you look sexier," he bit his disgustingly green bottom lip.
I can't believe I trusted a troll.
He leaned closer to me, looking deep into my eyes burning with rage. "We're sorry. We truly are. But we're trolls. May you be beautiful or not, we will still choose the mines. It's all about business," and then he took my bag containing the belladonna.
I tried nudging my tied hands to the two silent boys behind me but I only received
