Fight back!

Seems like the only option left, is to fight back. Raising you're newly acquired knife, you wave it infront of yourself, as you prepare to fight this monster. The mimic simple chuckles as you branded your weapon, clearly it doesn't see you as a threat to it's life. Squinting your eyes, you charge at the monster.

You slice, and dice at the monster, or the least-you attempt to. No matter how you swing your blade, you can't make contact with the demon. The mimic cackles, as if it mocks your fruitless attempts at slaying it. Annoyed by the monster, you're ready to make it go silence, as you thrust your blade at it's tongue. Only the tongue to quickly whip around, knocking the knife out of your hand, and then wrapping around the now empty hand. You gulp, as you realize how easily you were counter.

The Mimic is strong, including the lifting strength of it's tongue. As it whips you around, throwing your body into a nearby wall, slamming you into the hard surface. Dropping onto your back, you try to get back up, only for the mimic to jump ontop of you, trapping in place. Panic, you begin to breath as you watch the Mimic cackle at your immident **** in this duengon. With their claws raised high into the air, they have come crashing down below the belt.

STAB!

You scream out in pain, as you feel te mimic stabs your vagina with their sharp claws. Spreading them out, before ripping them at out at a fast pace. You struggle to breath, as the pain overcomes you, slowly blacking out, as you feel the wet thick tongue of the mimic wrap your head as you pass out.

Status Report: "Ouch, Karma, you're not getting the ring after an attack like that."