"I think I will," she says, moving to do so. She gives Acererak a kiss on the cheek in passing.

Heeee!

She pulls her hand farther away from Lace's neck so Eliese can move in, keeping her alt pressed to her with hungry kisses.

She slides her hands smoothly into position, giving a little test squeeze.

That gets her a whining, conflicted moan, as Lace tilts her chin back a bit, accommodating Eliese's hands, pulse picking up as her fear brain asserts itself a little - mixing strangulation into this is so unfair, really muddles her threat processing centers, the feel of her tormenters' hands on her neck is amazing -

She squeezes tighter momentarily, enough to cut off the moan.

She gasps - quietly, fruitlessly, she can't breathe in that moment - and shivers.

Eliese lets up slightly, her hands still definitely present but no longer so constricting. She leans forward to nibble the edge of Lace's ear.

Whine!!!

Squeeze.

Cheating cheater who cheats.

I think she's enjoying this.

She certainly is. And she's scared, too, beautifully, I'm recording her face so you can watch this later properly...

She gives Lace one more peck on the cheek before sitting back, eyeing her and planning on where to start with carving her up.

I love you.

Eeee!

I love you tooooooo!

(She traces the knife lightly down Lace's body, skimming over a few sensitive points Eliese discovered earlier.)

She keeps a grip on Lace's throat, squeezing whenever her pulse spikes.

(That's quite often with all the emotions racing through Lace's body right now.)

Acererak's knife cuts a bit more deeply when it reaches Lace's bottom ribs, slicing through the flesh all along the bottom front edge.

She has every intention of taking Lace apart methodologically - slowly - delightfully - and Lace is oh so wonderfully durable, and active bleeds are simple to close without compromising the hollowed out art she's turning her alt into...

Lace moans whenever Eliese allows her to, sometimes rising to a wrenching scream.

Eliese grins, watching Acererak concentrate. She is very much looking forward to this recording.

She cuts away the skin from Lace's ribs to her pelvis first - the layer of fat under that - slices through the muscle... The organs here aren't instantly deadly to remove, fortunately, especially for someone of Lace's talents. She goes slowly, healing any major bleeds as she works, sometimes using more major healing spells ever so carefully - enough to renew the blood rushing through Lace's cut veins, not enough to regenerate the organs Acererak is reverently cutting free. She examines each as she removes it, turning it this way and that, holding it up for Eliese to admire at times, and she sets them aside carefully, amassing a small collection around her.

She gets through everything in Lace's abdomen she can survive a few hours without, and then starts working her way upward - breaks open Lace's rib cage one bone at a time, exposes her fluttering lungs, her struggling heart, and grins, wickedly.

"I know you're healing yourself, pet," she purrs. "I want you to keep yourself alive for a little bit, here - prioritizing the blood flow to your brain, of course. It wouldn't do for you to fall unconscious..."

(She weaves together contingency healing spells as she does so, setting the nets to a few separate fallback triggers. Lace won't die - but she might very well come close.)

Lace has moved past screaming or moaning and into terrified sobbing, the grip around her neck the only thing keeping her upright.

She makes something resembling an affirmative noise.

"Pay attention, pet." 

She gestures... And Lace's beating heart rips its way out of her chest, landing in Acererak's hand.

She kisses it as it flutters a few final pulses against her lips.

She kisses Lace, lips bloody - 

And her contingents kick in as Lace's own healing falters.

Lace falls unconscious, first, darkness overtaking her - her organs reform, knitting themselves out of nothing - her pulse evens out as her body's healed entirely in a split second.

Lace slouches, unconscious, breath deep and even.