Matthew rolled Catherine over, and she came face to face with the Slime Mimic. The grinning skull of its last victim floated underneath its gelatinous face. She screamed in terror at his ghastly transparent blue green visage, and tried to pull its phallus from her, but the appendage splashed into goop that crawled deeper inside of her.
“I love it when the food has a bit of fight in it” Matthew's mimic face taunted her with its bubbling voice. She pushed the creature off the top of her, and tried to stand up… goo dribbled over her shoulders and back, searing them lightly. She knew what it was. They’d taught her about Slime Mimics in school. They were among the most ruthless and insidious predators known to womankind. She thought back to the best defenses against them as listed in the textbooks for anything she could use to combat it. FIRE! Fire was the best thing to kill a nest of Slime Mimics…. But how? There was nothing nearby to start a fire with… her flint was in the rear pouch of her loincloth… and the Slime had stripped it away from her. Catherine felt true fear sink into her bones. This was a very bad position to be in. She summoned up all her strength and threw the monster from atop her, and leapt off the bed, desperately scrambling for safety.