"Very good!" Eliese praises, patting her on the head.

Acererak steps up beside the helper, nuzzling her neck. "Look at her," she murmurs, "She's so pretty, crying like this, isn't she? Hurt her more."

The girl opens her eyes, stifling a whine - and keeps hurting her friend, shivering as Acererak rewards her with kisses to her neck and soft touches.

Hot.

She glances at Eliese, smirking, and runs her hand down their helper's sides, caressing her, especially over the shiny new skin from where Acererak healed her injuries, telling her breathlessly how best to wring pain out of her friend.

"Such a good teacher," she laughs.

"I take very good care of my students," she says, squeezing their helper's hips. "Especially when they're nice and obedient."

"So what do you plan to do with the other one?"

"Hmmm... Her defiance is fun. I want to give her a chance to struggle more, I think."

Eliese nods. "Very well."

She pets the helpful girl, tells her to keep having fun, and goes to physically pin down the defiant girl, kissing her and giggling at her futile attempts to try and hit Acererak.

Eliese pulls another girl down, and forms a whip of ice.

Acererak shifts so she can watch both Eliese and their helper as she plays with her chosen victim.

She coaxes some music out of her toy.

The ones Acererak disregarded slip into death.

The deaths are a minor pity, but there's far more where those came from (for now, at least).

Perhaps she can still put them to use?

An excellent suggestion.

The three dead girls rise to their feet, eyes empty, and shuffle over to their friends. (Triggering many horrified screams, of course).

Eliese lets the barrier caging them fall.

Coordinating directing their helper, torturing her toy, and directing the three zombies is a bit of work - mostly a fun stretch after all this laying around, Acererak has commanded entire armies of undead before. And, of course, any who incidentally die during the fun can join their friends as Acererak's loyal slaves.

Eliese organizes a singing competition. The ones who please her least are fed to Acererak's power.

Oh, lovely. Acererak is delighted by their voices - a rather nice backdrop to the ongoing screams. (Perhaps they can keep one or two?)

"Of course, sweetheart."

Heeeeee. "Of course, we haven't judged our little helper's singing ability yet..."

"She can be our next contestant."

"Though she's being so good, it'd be a shame to kill her..."

"Special rules, then. If she wins, she has permission to sing while she works. If she loses, she gets a turn taking pain instead of giving it."