He had been teasing her all week, he knew how she felt about sunday's match and still he was unrelenting.

"We will win, I'm telling you, there's just no way that we'll lose" she kept repeating for the nth time.

"Hm hm... wanna bet?"

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"Yeah! I do! After we win, you won't ever tease me about the football team ever again!", "And if you lose... you're my personal slave for a week", "Deal! I just can't wait to see you struggling to keep that mouth shut"... "we'll see who ends up struggling.

The day of the match came, everyone as ready as can be. They hadn't lost to the visitors in the last 15 years afterall, today wouldn't be any different. Or so they thought.

It wasn't 10 minutes in the first half when the opponent's team scored their first goal... things did not go up from there.

After a grueling and painful match they ended up losing 0-4. How could this be!? The ambient was thick in the locker room, heavier than usual... they all just headed home.

She had just entered her apartment, still in her equipment, tired, defeated, angry, she took a look at her phone... and there it was "1 new message".

"time to pay up, your week starts in 10 minutes".

That pushed her off, who the hell did he think he was?! What an idiot, riling her up, and after that?! She just stood in front of the mirror, flipped him off, click, and send.

knock knock knock

She wasn't expecting anyone, she cautiously opened her front door, and there he was. A wicked grin in his face, a dog collar and leash on his hand, ready to use.

"I said, time to pay up. Down by 4 wasn't it?... lets start by getting you on all fours then"