Dwarf Bowling (from chat)

I've been captured
and taken to the nearest Roll-In lanes
the crashing of ball to pin
hurts my poor little ears!
I'm surrounded on all sides
jostled
poked
and twisted

"We have plans for you
Don't fight it"

As they bend me into a little ball
and tie my hands to my feet
The bells on the ends of my slippers
jingle from the movement
their song is my voice
as I have duct tape over my mouth

"Quit squirming
Hold still"

There's oil being drizzled over me
they say it's so that I will slide better
Satisfied with their creation
they walk me to the open lane
The standing pins gaze at me ominously
I feel myself flying backwards
then forwards
the other lanes zip by
as I go careening down mine - backwards
a deafening crash

Strike!