A Side kept hidden... (1)
She giggled in an unhinged way as she walked through the splatters and puddles of blood that decorated the textured tiles that made the floor of the combat arena. Her long evening gown dragging along the floor smearing any blood she moved through.
She ignored the loser. A young man who if she could recall was a promising local MMA fighter. No her focus was on the sole still living participant of the fight. The equally young deer faunus woman sat propped against the wall of the combat ring. Her face brutalized to the point that one of her eyes had swollen shut.
She coughed bloody foam, speckling her swollen lips. She had one hand pressed against her side, and it was obvious she was having issues breathing properly. But it was the snapped off antler, evidence of her heritage that caused the approaching woman the most glee.
It had been such a delightful end to the almost one-side fight when she gored her opponent... breaking off her right antler in the process. That was the fateful doom of her opponent who ended up bleeding out.
"You did so very well." the woman replied in a nearly breathless voice. "What is your name sweety?"
"D... De.... Deery." the young faunus woman choked out.
"Such an exquisite fight." Deery flinched as the women knelt down before her, one of her well manicured hands fondling her own breast. "So exciting and invigorating. You did well."
"So you have earned the prize. Medical attention, relocation to the kingdom of your choice and 2000 lien a month for the rest of your life."
"You... you..." Deery choked and coughed as she tried to speak. "Made... me... me... kill..."
"No you made that choice." the woman replied, her sick, malicious and twisted grin never leaving her face. "You fought and survived. You made the choice to stay alive..."
"Now... now. You need medical assistance, and have rightly won so where would you like to live?"
Deery was in too much agony, and too shocked at what she had done to answer right away. So her eyes shot open in fear as suddenly the woman's hand snapped out and tightened about her throat.
"I don't have all night, my dear." the woman giggled as she slowly squeezed, while reaching out and fondling one of Deery's breasts through her blood soaked shirt.
Deery weakly struggled. Vainly attempting to free herself from the crushing grip. Darkness started to gather about the peripheral of her sight, heightening her panic.
"V... V... Vacuo!" She finally gasped out, and as suddenly as the woman began to strangle her, she released her... though never taking her hand from Deery's chest.
"Excellent." the woman chirped. "Let's get you fixed up... shall we?"
