None of these choices are very appealing! The choir is very distressed.

She laughs and pushes them farther in. The reluctant ones can be examples, maybe - only left alive to appreciate their suffering.

Their screams definitely strengthen the others' resolve to get away from Acererak.

Which runs them right into Eliese. She begins tossing those she catches up and into a glowing cylindrical prison.

Then soon enough they'll have all their new friends nicely contained (or sobbing and screaming on the ground, which is a nice enough containment).

"Fun."

She kisses Eliese when the circle narrows all the way.

Mwah!

Giggle. 

"Should I heal our examples, do you think? Or let them bleed out?"

This elicits terrified moans from their captives.

"Maybe if there are any that especially strike your fancy."

"I'll see."

"I'll go bring our ship the rest of the way in while you do that."

Kiss. "Alright."

And she goes to make the rounds of the badly injured.

She mauled five of the twenty girls badly enough that they never made it to Eliese to be caged. They're of varying appearance and likeliness-to-die-within-the-next-fifteen minutes.

She heals the ones who can't talk well enough they can plead their case.

Two she heals entirely - one who begs very prettily, promising to be good, to do anything Acererak wants, and one who tries to spit in Acererak's eye. The other three - just enough to prolong their suffering some. Make a nice backdrop for the next act.

She walks back toward Eliese, dragging the defiant girl by her hair (struggling and cursing) and having the better behaved girl trail behind her (sobbing and not looking at what's become of her friends).

She has Ahmi sitting at her feet, leash in hand.

"Two, hm? Greedy..."

"I felt like splurging a bit."

"You're worth it."

Smug grin and a quick kiss. "I am."

"So what first?"

She pets the well behaved one of the girls she'd 'rescued.' "This one promised to do anything I want. I think we should make her our assistant here."

"That would be helpful." She takes a closer look at the girl. "Do you think you can handle that?"

The girl is so unhappy!!! But she nods (jerkily, face pale and streaked with tears, eyes wide and afraid and hurt).

"Show us, then. Wind's Calling." She points at one of the imprisoned girls, and they are buffeted out and down to the ground. "Flame Lash." Drawing forth a fiery whip, she hands it to the helper. "Hurt her."

The helper whimpers a bit when the imprisoned girl starts calling her a traitor, then steps forward, squeezes her eyes shut, and lashes out - burning her friend rather badly. She flinches from the screams a little.