Just one more bad decision...

Neske felt a sense of satisfaction as she got a scream out of her opponent before screaming herself, even as the hold on her body persisted. Of course, this sense of satisfaction dulled with each blow to her exposed stomach, Emily's fist thudding against her soft skin over and over. Each punch loosened her jaw that much, and soon she was as woozy and in pain as she was just a short while ago, her mouth now practically suckling on her attacker's arm as she tried to curl up over her wounded belly.

Emily pulled back harder on the hold now, pulling her arm free of Neske's mouth as she continued to pound on Neske's stomach with her free hand.

"Really, though," Emily said, "Couldn't you have walked away? Just thought better of doing something stupid like spitting in the drink of the wrestler who beat the hell out of you in your debut?"

The continued blows to Neske's belly sent shudders of pain deep into her body, while the continued stretching only made her more sore and exposed. With each punch a soft grunt or whimper emitted from her lips, and her attempts to curl int a fetal position were only thwarted by Emily's continued hold.

Her own self-doubts, however, cut just as deep as the slams in her abdomen. Why did she retaliate like that? What did she hope to gain? It was a valid question, one that Neske herself was trying to avoid. It was almost as if she was out looking for punishment. She could have easily gotten the drop on this girl, and at least been in a better spot, or even better, just ignored her and minded her own business. Was she trying to keep up the image of the antisocial bitch she had been fighting so long? What was the point? Each moment that passed left her weaker, mentally as well as physically.

Emily soon realized she wouldn't be getting much more from Neske. Sighing at the realization, the redhead released Neske from the hold, shoving the bitch away.

"Well, I'll leave you to think about that," Emily said, turning away, "Beating the hell out of you again is a chore I don't feel like taking care of."

With that, Emily made her way out of the alleyway, leaving Neske there as she made her way back to the bar.

After a few more harsh blows, Neske was finally released, her body now more sore than ever. As her assailant walked off with a scoff, all Neske could do was lean against the nearby wall, one hand holding her up while the other was clasped over her abused belly, coughing heavily. It was something to think about, as Emily said, though not probably quite how the redhead intended. Neske wasn't concerned with the fact that she got the stuffing beat out of her twice in a row, she was worried at the fact that she went for it, knowing full well. What was she trying to prove? Part of her felt like maybe she just deserved it, and went out seeking punishment. Or maybe she was just that bored and stupid. As she knelt in that alley, hunched over and moaning in pain, she scooped up her sweatshirt, wrapping it over her like a blanket. In a little bit she'd have to find a place to stay for the night, but for now, she wasn't interested in going anywhere.