<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Bet</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZtvrH1t.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 12th , 2021, 5.15 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE, Training grounds<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">WARNING</div><div class="spoiler_body">Violence, mild gore</div></div><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black and pink sportswear (https://i.imgur.com/zoYCQnw.png)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albion couldn’t not have known he was poking somewhere where he shouldn’t have. His intentions were good, but there were things that were meant to be left forgotten. His words pushed Nera closer to the curtain that was hiding all those things. Her heart was beating fast. A sweat glistened on her skin. With a murderous intent, driven by her own burning hatred the fox demon kept striking time after time, without slowing.<br/><br/><em>It was cold. The water was freezing cold. She tried to push a thick grid stopping her from getting out of the water, but it didn’t move a bit. Blood from an open wound in her thigh was coloring the water red. She felt her grabbing her leg and pulling her back towards the bottom. Her wet fingers slipped from the grid. Her lungs were burning. I need air! She felt the eyes of everyone outside on them. On this cruel show. She didn’t want to be part of this, but she wasn’t ready to die either. Driven by her instinct of survival the fox demon took her clumsy dagger. With pure luck she dodged a hit meant drive a dagger deep into her chest. The fox demoness cut, making a wide cut on her competitor's neck. She started flailing, trying to stop the bleeding which soon made the whole tank red. Nerissa gasped desperately for air when she was pulled out from the water and tossed on a dirty floor. “I knew that you would still be my favorite girl, fox”</em><br/><br/>Those images started to come back to you. So vivid. Like it was just yesterday. How she hated being so helpless! Completely unable to decide her own fate, at mercy of others. The girl was breathing more heavily, faster. She didn’t even notice that her hands started to hurt at this point from all the punches.<br/><br/><em>She could feel it all. The hardness of a small, sickle like, blade in her hand, his breathing, warmth of his blood spilling on her fingers from a long cut she made with the blade. A brave attempt to hold back his scream of pain when she felt the small blade cutting through his flesh. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Tears came and there was no end to them when she just watched how his pain and torment ended together with his slowing breathing. The fox demon could feel <strong>him</strong> standing behind her. Watching her. Always watching.</em><br/><br/>Hot tears ran down on Nera’s cheeks. It wasn’t anymore about training. She was fueled by her hatred. It was driving her forward, making her give him everything her small frame could give. Her accuracy suffered from being blinded by her unstable emotions. More than once her hit was about to land a little on side of where she was aiming at if Albion wasn’t on alert.<br/><br/><em>There was grass and dirt in her mouth. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid it might climb up into her throat. It was no good. No matter how much she struggled, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get herself free. His grip was hard as an iron. Holding her like that seemed so effortless to him. He bit her ear so hard it felt like he might bite a part out of it. “I’m going to kill you” He whispered with a deep voice. “And eat you” All she could do was scream. There was no escape. She was so weak. So infuriatingly weak. The fox demon was afraid. It hurts, it hurts!</em><br/><br/>The only thing that had kept her alive for this long was her will to live, her survival instinct. That flame burned strong. No matter what it would take, she would live to see another day. No matter how painful, how humiliating, how sad it would be, she would push forward and not give up.<br/><br/>All those memories brought that person back into her mind. All the dark and vengeful thoughts. How she desired to see<em>him</em>fall! Pay for everything he had done, suffocate into his own blood, fear in his eyes when he would understand that this was the end for him. Blinded by her rage Nerissa kicked Albion at the groin, but he was on top of the situation and blocked her kick with his strong hand. Had she succeeded, Albion might not have to worry about fathering any children anymore.<br/><br/>“Oh! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” With that Nerissa quickly snapped back to the present moment. She had no intention to hurt Albion and was startled by almost doing so. “I…” She wiped her cheek and understood that there were tears in addition to fresh sweat. The fox went quiet for a moment. “I think I need a hug now” Nerissa said plainly and walked to Albion, wrapping her arms around him. A long shivering sigh against his shirt. She didn’t want to remember those things. Nothing in the past could be changed. If she carried all the bad things from her past with her she would break under the weight. No. She would only take the good things and continue forward, leaving everything else behind.<br/><br/>Nerissa knew that she was weak. It was embarrassing to be a demon who was weaker than some humans. Albion was a human and he could do pretty much anything he wanted to her if he would decide so, and there was very little Nera could do about it. That’s why Nerissa liked the world. The humans weren’t cruel and sadistic creatures like the demons. There were good and bad ones on both sides, but in her experience the majority of the demons in the demon world were pure evil. Because she was such a weakling she found the human interesting. They were weak too and still they bravely ventured forward. The fox demon saw something similar to her in the humans. Their strong will to live no matter what.<br/><br/>Her breathing started to calm. It was comfortable being right here. She wanted to crawl under his shirt and just nest there in her fox form to enjoy from his warmth, but Albion might not understand that. And they did have very different idea of what was acceptable in front of people and what wasn’t.<br/><br/>“Albion, lick my neck. Please” the fox demon whispered and tilted her head to a side lightly, to reveal her neck to him. It was a strange request, but considering who from it was coming it was so strange. Nerissa thought that licking one’s neck was equal to a kiss on a cheek. However she seemed to understand that others didn’t share her thought, so she didn’t expect anyone to return her friendly gestures. Albion had seen her sad before, and the fox had always been content with being hugged and receiving her ear petting. This was something new.<br/>