The slime wakes up.

I get myself ready to swing the sword, but I hesitate. Thanks to this, the slime girl wakes up. Seeing my raised weapon, she panics, lurching onto the floor.

"Please, no kill." The slime girl pleads, scrambling away from my blade. I'm shocked to hear the voice of a younger girl. "Slime, sorry. Not slime's fault."

"Not your fault!?" I yell out, jumping to my feet. "You held me down and fucked me. You expect me to just forgive you after that?" Swinging my sword around, I point it at the slime.

"No, please. Forgive." It pleads again, terror laden in it's voice. "Slime was hungry. Slime couldn't, control self. Haven't eaten in days. Instincts, took over."

"What do you mean by instincts taking over?"

"Slime, mad with hunger. Everything, hazy. Last slime knew, slime was in field. Then slime wake here, with sword pointed at slime. Remember, girl. Remember, food." I grit my teeth at the creature.

"I'm not your food! Speaking of that, why did you attack me in the first place? Aren't slimes like you supposed to feed on men?" The red slime stares at the blade, shivering as it speaks.

"Men, hard to find. Them hiding. Only find girls. Girls tastier, but not filling. Slime, very, very sorry. Please forgive." I continue to glare at the slime. I can't help but feel sorry for the creature. It has an innocent aura about it, looking like a feeble little girl. If that girl was covered in slime that is. I clench my hand around the hilt, not sure what to do next.