Trolls

They are, for obvious reasons, most
comfortable in the gloom-shaded regions
of a shadowy world where identification
can be conveniently hidden, or at the very
least the distance of the ether confers on
them a kind of anonymity where one never
really knows if the persona they claim to
is legitimately authentic. What cannot be
disputed however, is that they are genuinely
and morbidly sinister, their ghoulish minds
taking inordinate delight in tracking down
the vulnerable, hovering about the defenceless
preying on the confused and the innocent
to enable them to achieve a multifaceted
goal; the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction
in assessing the discomfort and fear they
can sense in those they target, uncertain
how to respond but seemingly captured
helpless in a web of malign intent they are
unable to identify though they feel compelled
to participate by some strange psychosis of
insecurity edged by the lack of will to
assert their own agency instead succumbing
to the assumed authority resting with their
psychological tormentor. Whose victims 
rear back reeling from the assaults they found
themselves unable to resist in this dark game
of gotcha! The game goes on, the deviant
content on conquest until finally an intended
victim's cool response identifies the blighted
mind delinquent in humanity and delivers the
interpretation that silences this lover of 
wretched excess as a victim of otherwise
commendable and well earned self-loathing.