I continue walking and come across another door that slides open as I approach it. I walk through and inside the door is a large room, and at the far end stands two Trolls. One sporting a nasty looking spiked mace and the other one is dual wielding swords. I appraise my two victims appreciatively and I charge into the battle.

"Ok, Time's up, let's dooo this! LEEEEERRROOOOYY..."

I rush toward the two trolls, laughing my ass off for using a very old but totally appropriate quote given my current circumstances. Now that I think about it, that guy did that shit about the same year I was even fucking born back on earth!

Still laughing, I skillfully dodged their attacks with ease, slicing and stabbing my foes as I pleased, making no effort to end this quickly. I'm having too much fun! Plus, I've come to enjoy causing suffering in these monsters.

I slice and stab until the trolls are covered in cuts and stab wounds, their arms and legs rendered useless by my skillful and precise attacks that sever tendons and ligaments vital for limb control. I walk over to the troll wielding the massive mace, a hand still clutching it, the arm it's attached to longer able to lift the weapon. With a quick slice from my dagger, I sever the tendons on the troll's inner wrist, causing the hand to open and the mace to fall free. I holster my weapon and pick up the mace, grinning at how much stronger I am. I'm a 10-year-old girl, lifting a weapon that probably weighs 100 pounds minimum. Now that I actually look at my arms, I have developed some decent definition in my muscles I guess my increasing strength is translating into a change in my physical appearance as well.

I take the heavy spiked mace and stand over its former wielder. The troll staring up at me, growling a deep growl that tells me it hates me with all its being. I don't care.

"You don't know what REAL hate is!" I yell to the troll.

I then swing the mace and smash it straight into its abdomen, the spikes slicing through its skin and organs, the heavy weapon crushing any organs not hit by the spikes. I pick up the mace and swing it again, smashing its already battered abdomen. Blood fountains out of the both the troll's mouth and the wounds created by the first strike. I look over and the other troll is watching the horror unfold, unable to move or do a damn thing about it. Its face contorted in fear as it watches its partner get massacred.

"Don't worry, I'll get to you next," I tell the troll while sporting an evil grin on my face.

I turn my attention back to my victim. I pick up my mace and smash its right leg. I feel its femur shatter on impact, the leg muscles contracting instantly, the shards of broken bone ripping into the contracting muscles. I repeat this with the left leg, then each arm. The troll's consciousness begins wavering as the pain overwhelms its brain.

"Fine, you are no fun anymore."

I lift up the mace and smash it straight into its chest, shattering its ribs, the shards of ribs piercing its lungs, the spikes of the mace shredding its lungs and heart. Its death results in seconds. I then turn my gaze toward its partner. Its eyes are rolled back in its head. Did it die from fear, or did it just pass the fuck out?!

"Did you fucking die on me bitch?!" I scream at the unconscious monster.

Annoyed, I remove the mace from the wrecked chest of the troll, and I walk over to the now unconscious troll. I stand there furious that I don't get to enjoy this one. I swing my mace, smashing its head like a watermelon. Blood, brains, and bits of skull fly out in all directions.

"If you weren't dead, you sure as fuck are now!"

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I let go of the handle of the mace, leaving it where the trolls head used to be. I stand there, admiring my handiwork when the dungeon begins cleaning up my mess, absorbing blood, flesh, bone, clothing, and weapons alike. The bodies disappeared as they always do, leaving behind their mana stones which I kick to the side of the room. A glinting object catches my eye. It's a dagger. It's a dagger that looks just like the dagger on my hip. I pick it up and check my equipment screen.

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It's confirmed, I now have two Troll Daggers! I hold one in each hand and enjoy the way they feel in my hands. I twirl them and flip them skillfully. All this agility I have makes wielding these weapons a breeze. I holster my new dagger, clean the blood covered one, and then holster that one.

I didn't notice before, but these trolls were guarding a large ornately decorated door. I approach the door and the two halves of the door swing open, welcoming me. I step through the door into a wide dark room. As I step into the room, torches light up the room starting from where I am and proceeding down toward the end. I hear the doors slam shut behind me. I know that's not good, so I keep my focus on the remaining darkness. As the final torches illuminate the far end of the room, I find out why this room had that ornate door, and why it is so large. Standing at the end of the room, standing easily 12 feet tall, maybe more, is something I easily recognize. Here stands a monster straight out of earth's mythology. The head is of a bull, its eyes a piercing red, a large gold ring hanging from its nose. Its upper body is that of a man. Its lower body the legs of a bull complete with hooves. It's a Minotaur. In its hands it holds lethal looking swords. Not the shitty swords of the trolls or the goblins. They are actual, real deadly looking swords.

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"You must be the boss of this dungeon." I say to the towering beast of legend.

I unholster my daggers and prepare for my final battle of this dungeon.

I start walking towards my opponent. A literal David and Goliath match. Little 10-year-old 5'0" tall Christine versus 12' tall Minotaur dungeon boss! I have to kink my head far back just to meet its gaze.

The battle starts! I rush my opponent looking to draw the first attack from the colossal monster. I get what I wish for. A quick swipe from one of its swords, IT'S FAST!! I barely dodge the attack, several hairs on the top of my head sliced off cleanly. Any faster and my head would be rolling on the floor. I lunge toward its now open right side.

"SHIT!" I exclaim as I forget an important detail. This guy is dual wielding these swords!

I see the left sword coming at me just in time. I bring both my daggers in front of me, forming an X shaped shield in front of me.

CLANG!!

The massive sword smashes against my daggers, the force of the hit sending me flying across the room. I hit the floor and tumble over and over until I come to a stop a good 30 feet away.

"Fucker is strong too! That would have sliced me clean in two!" I say in admiration of my opponent.

Finally, I have a worthy opponent. I'm not even scared. Fear no longer exists for me. There is only the thrill of battle. The excitement of spilling blood, breaking bones, and severing limbs is what I live for now. I think back to my captors...

"I have become death. When I get out of here, I WILL FIND YOU! For you created me!"

I stand back up, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The darkness is once again boiling up from within. I embrace this feeling. It's what drives me to survive. I start walking toward the Minotaur.

"I want to see your blood." I say coldly.

"I NEED TO SEE YOUR BLOOD!! I scream with absolute malice.

I run at a dead sprint, luring out the attack. I watch the Minotaur ready another swing with its right-hand sword. Here it comes. I prepare every muscle in my legs. I see the sword start to head toward me. I know its trajectory. I squat down, loading the muscles in my legs. I push and jump as hard as I can. I timed it perfectly. The sword's trajectory places it right under my feet at the height of my jump. I immediately spring off the swinging sword, lunging straight toward the monster's head. Perfect! I thrust a dagger straight into the side of its face, the dagger anchoring me while my momentum continues to carry me over its head. As I arc over its head, my legs continuing faster than my upper body, I'm inverted as I rip the dagger up its face and through its scalp before my dagger releases and I continued sailing toward the floor behind the monster. I hit the floor feet first, and then tumbled backward to absorb the rest of my momentum, finally skidding to a stop on my feet.

The Minotaur let's out a scream then turns to face me.

"YES. THAT'S WHAT I LOVE TO SEE!"

The Minotaur is pouring blood from a massive gash on the left side of its face, its left eye closed with the gash extending from just left of its mouth up through its eye, and up through its scalp. Good, now I got a nice blind spot to worth with. It's long bull snout forming a nice shield from the vision of its right eye.

I immediately sprint to its left side to get into the new blind spot. The Minotaur swings its left sword wildly hoping for a connection. Too bad it was way off the mark. I easily dodged under the errant swing putting a nice gash in the left side of the beast. I dart back over to the left side, sliding under its arm, slashing at the tendons in its armpit as I pass by toward the beast's back side. With the left arm semi-incapacitated, and me behind my target, I set up for my next rush.

"OOOOOFFFF!" Escapes my mouth as the breath in my lungs is rapidly expelled, a cloven hoof planted squarely in my chest. I hurtle backwards smashing into the far wall, a glut of blood flying from my mouth. I land on my hands and knees, my daggers clattering to the ground; I am coughing and sputtering blood from my mouth onto the floor. It is suddenly so hard to breathe.

"I... I'm so... fucking... stupid!" I struggle to get out.

Of course, it can kick me. It has the legs of a bull. Ever seen one of those fuckers kicking at a rodeo? Well, I just received one of those kicks from a monster FAR stronger than a bull. It feels like my chest is shattered. I take a hand and clutch my chest. I can feel several of my ribs free floating as whole sections have broken free. It feels like my sternum is cracked as well.

"Light Heal!"

The magic does its job; the bones partially mended but doesn't completely heal the damage. I need probably 2 more to heal fully, but it's enough to continue the fight. The Minotaur is coming for me, I don't have the time to cast more heals.

I pick up my daggers and run at the towering monster. It raised its right arm and sword over its head. I dodge to its left as the blade comes straight down in an attempt to split me in two. The left arm swats at me laterally; barely able to do so as those muscles for that movement are still intact but the rest of the arm is weakened. The power in that swing is weak and I neatly, but painfully parry it to my right, placing me just off the left of its back, which I place a nice slash into and immediately jump back, narrowly miss being kicked in the chest again.

As the monstrosity turns to face me, I sprint toward it. It swings its right sword in desperation as I'm right there. I quickly slide between its legs, bringing a dagger up and slicing through its right groin, severing the muscles and slicing clean through the femoral artery. Blood spraying from the wound as my blade passes through. The Minotaur immediately falls to its right knee as it lost its ability to remain standing.

Behind my fallen enemy, I walk up to it, blades in hand. I thrust both daggers in a downward thrust through the tops of its shoulders, severing both subclavian arteries deep beneath. It lets out a low growl and falls forward on its hands, swords clanging to the floor. Blood erupts from the wounds on its shoulder. It's over for the beast. There is already a 4-foot diameter pool of blood under it from the femoral wound.

I walk around to its front. I reach down and grab the large gold ring in its nose and pull its heavy head up until its one good eye makes contact with mine. At that moment I use the dagger in my free hand to slice the monsters throat, almost severing its head. I watch as blood erupts from its neck, the beast gurgling as blood fills its trachea. I let go of the nose ring and let the beast fall into its own blood. I stand there, barefoot, wiggling my bare toes in the still expanding pool of blood, savoring its warmth and stickiness. The iron smell of massive amounts of blood excites me, feeding my bloodlust, feeding the growing darkness within me. I can feel the Minotaur's essence flowing into me.

I close my eyes as I just stand there, enjoying this feeling... the feeling of death...