A last ditched idea

You are **** now as the acid rises to your neck she thinks of the troll’s neck, your only hope of escape currently tight shut. “Your cough, I can cure your cough, I saw your throat was red and swollen on my way down that must be very painful. I saw a plant nearby that will sooth it. Please, I will show you, please!” You beg as you tilt your head back to avoid drowning in acid smell the acid burning your long frizzy hair.