Nineteen year old Reece was a keen adventurer who was always on the lookout for challenges that he wanted to conquest.
The latest challenge he took up was to explore Hattons Cave, a large but dangerous cavern it was said to hold riches beyond a man’s dreams. However legend said anybody that entered the cave was never seen again and that it was home to fearsome cave troll that delighted in the tender flesh of humans. Thinking these were no more than old wives tales Reece paid no attention as he followed the minimal directions that he’d been given.
Reece had a lean and attractive body that he needed to keep in good shape due to his travels. However his adventure clothing was always the same a black pair of shorts and trainers that allowed him to show off his toned upper body and excellent legs.
With a few hours left in the day Reece finally arrived at the entrance to a cave that seemed to be found after he’d followed the last direction he’d been given. Entering the cave he started to explore and soon found some personal objects littering the floor. His attention was quickly drawn to some shiny objects in the corner of the cave and Reece wasted no time in examining what he found. His face lit up with joy when he realised that he’d found the jackpot.
However Reece was about to quickly know that tales of the monstrous Cave Troll were true and if he’d searched the cave he would have found the skeletal remains of previous adventurers.
Standing at just over two metres tall with a muscular body with long arms that ended in sharpened claws and a grotesque face with teeth that stuck out from its slobbering mouth like tusks the Cave Troll approached an off guard Reece.
It had been a long while since it had eaten a full of its favourite food, tender human flesh and had to settle for stringy rat meat but now a human had entered its cave the troll was not going to let it escape.
Reece was too busy searching through the gold and silver items to notice that the Cave Troll now stood behind him. By the time he’d caught sight of the brute in the reflection of an item it was too late as the Troll bashed Reece around the head with its wooden club knocking him clean out.
The beast wasted no time in dragging Reece into the middle of its cave. Drool fell from its mouth as it smelt and licked the hot teens exposed torso savouring the smell and taste of human meat.
Blood flowed from Reece’s body as the Cave troll bit down into his upper chest and ripped off some tender flesh which included one of the young adventurer’s meaty pecs. The troll gorged on the fresh meat from the exposed torso and then when it had eaten all it could from there turned its attention to Reece’s four limbs. It removed his arms and legs, munching its way through Reece’s legs the way a human would strip a chicken leg, nibbling it to the bone and then throwing it on the pile if remains.
Reece was now one of those unlucky adventurers that people would tell tales about in taverns or around camp fires.