The feeling of the bat in your hand is horrifying as you swing it into the ribs of the meager troll in front of you. She begins to scream but is quickly cut off by a loud crunch as brown blood flies from her black lips letting you know you broke her ribs. As she collapses to the ground you raise the bat again you feel your muscle burn before bringing it down on her legs. Shes passed out from the pain as you pull her onto your back and begin the long walk back to your hive.
By the time you arrive at your hive your entire body is burning with pain. The brown blood begins to stir on your back. Silently you walk to the door leading to your lusus's underground den. The troll you're carrying starts thrashing and letting out broken gargled screams. She begs you to let her go she says she'll do anything if you just let her go. But you know its this nameless girl's life or yours. You throw her into the pit and hear her crash to the ground before hearing a pleased growl from your lusus. They're proud of you. You stalk away to your block.
You cant sleep that day. Not even sopor slime can keep the images of the trolls limp body on the ground, the feeling of her bones giving way under your bat, or the sound of her begging for her life. You shed countless tears for that nameless low blooded troll.
As time passes you no longer feel pain from killing these trolls. Your lusus needs to eat and it's your job to feed it. In your life you love, pity, and hate. But when its late at night you still cry for the brown blooded troll who was your first kill.