Long whine!

"Clean this off for me, sweetheart." Ellie presses the flat of the knife against the girl's lips.

She opens her mouth, obediently, and licks the knife.

"Good girl." She moves the knife back and forth to get all of it.

Whimper!

She keeps cleaning it - cuts her tongue once or twice, it is a very sharp knife - and by the end, her whimpers have turned into soft moans.

Ellie pets her gently, cuddling up to her bound body.

She tries to push into Ellie as best she can.

This is allowed.

Good. Good - she's. Glad. (She's shivering violently now.)

Ellie quietly snicks her out of her bindings, carefully moves them over to the blankets, staying in close contact all the while.

Blankets are. Good. She warm and snuggles and - 

She tries, clumsily, to kiss Ellie. Her lips are still tacky with her own blood and other fluids, and her depth perception is terrible, her vision swimming.

Soft kiss.

Ellie gently cleans her face off.

"You belong to me," she whispers.

"I do," she whispers back.

"Good girl."

Smile! And little nuzzle (which pulls at her scabs).

Pet pet.

"Thank you," she says, voice hoarse.

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

She presses her face into Ellie's skin and seems to drift off a little bit.

Sleepy girl.

Mmhmm.

"She's very cute," Knife whispers, manifesting leaning over them. 

"Yeah," Ellie says softly back. "She's trying so hard."

"Such a good girl."

"We should get her comfortable. Let her sleep."

"Good idea."

Ellie does so, deftly replacing her own body with a nice pillow to hug.