Because she is a kind a generous soul, Eliese lets Lace collect herself a bit after that. Chaining penalties is work for her too, after all.

It doesn't take her too long to pull herself together, at least. Maybe a minute, mostly spent crying and trying in vain to curl into a ball.

"Give me the next one, dear Lacey."

"Ah - my left calf."

"Shock Needle." She weaves it in and out of the muscle, and the game is back on.

Lace is still coherent when Eliese finishes, but her burned chest is heaving with sobs, her frostbitten lips screwed up in pain. Most of her muscles have locked up, pulling constantly - uncomfortably - against her chains.

Simply beautiful.

"There now. Wasn't that fun? I feel like I know you much better."

Whine.

"Yes mistress."

Eliese pets her hair. "You are a good girl. Do you want to be healed?"

"Yes ma'am."

Will you oblige us again, sweetheart? she sends to Acererak, bending over to kiss Lace.

Of course, darling.

She times her heal perfectly for when Eliese's lips properly meet Lace's.

Lace whimpers a bit.

Eliese nibbles her lip.

She kisses back, the edges of her lip curling up some.

Yummy.

She tugs at her bonds, perhaps testing them, perhaps a bit impatient, as they kiss.

"Getting twitchy, are we?"

"Only a little bit, mistress."

"I like to feel you squirm beneath me. Ice Slide."

Mmmm!!!

She definitely squirms at that.

Eliese giggles. Kisses!

Squirmy kisses!

Mmm.

"If I take these chains off, are you going to keep being a good girl?"

She hums, considering that.

(She doesn't feel that she really needs to maximize her chances of escaping, here; even if her captors don't release her eventually someone will notice she's gone, notify her dad, who'll notify her bio dad who'll storm the place and then probably taunt her about getting caught without a fight. Getting rescued would be more embarrassing than not that, but honestly this is also a pretty fun kidnapping.)

(Something feels wiggly about that thought, but she's not really in the right mindset to poke it, right now.)

"Maybe," she teases. "I've been told I'm a brat, though."