Throat, a five minute freewrite

It had her by the throat! She fought at it with her hands, her nails clawing at the thing. She managed to get it loose and flung it across the room.

It sat there looking at her - or at least she assumed it was looking at her; she couldn't see any eyes. Keeping her eye on the slug-like thing she wiped the slime from her throat, feeling for any wounds. She risked looking at her hands.

Yellow with gunk that dripped from her fingers.

But no blood.

What the hell are you? she asked the thing. And why did you attack me?

The thing didn't respond.

It appeared to be breathing. It moved and she flinched, looking around for some kind of weapon. It slunk over towards the pipe she assumed it had crawled - slithered, slipped - out of. She picked up a small plank of wood, brandishing it in a way that she hoped told the creature she wasn't to be messed with.

That's right! She told the slug-thing. Go back to where you came from! And tell your friends they'd better not mess with Jeeper!

The creature stuck what she assumed was its head into the pipe and whistled.

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