A Scary Story.
The beast-like being stood about thrice the size of the skinny teenager, with its oral cavity wide open. Within, a curled tongue unravelled itself. It quickly enveloped around the squirming human and tugged. Its outside skin remains covered in thorns, which gleamed with a metallic shine. A crimson plaque surrounds the bottom of the spikes.
"Please stop. It's gross." She stated with a sigh. "I know it's fun for you, but I have to shower all over again." For some strange reason, the girl felt like the monster was somehow pouting. It was the watery eyes, she guessed.
"Put me down." Eila repeated herself firmly, looking straight at the eyes, trying to ignore the tears that were going to pour down. After a few seconds of silence, the slick red tongue retracted into its mouth. It whined gently and nudged the girl with its tail, the only place on its body without scales or thorns.
She stared at her soaked through clothes and held back her puke. It was not the first time this had happened. When she puked the first time, the monster had almost destroyed all the buildings around them from emotion. Today, the only nearby structure was the farm. Well, if you include the stack of hay and the barn, three. But better safe than sorry. Elia had learned her lesson babysitting Godzilla.