Eeep!

(She's not trying very hard or at all to get away, though.)

"What do you think, El? Does she need to learn a lesson?"

El glances over and smirks. "I think we've got a few minutes to spare. Just be sure to clean up any mess you make."

"Roger," she says, pulling out one of her knives - a particularly ornate one, with a jagged edge that isn't very useful in combat. 

Her eyes get very big seeing the blade.

She rests the edge against Daniella's forearm. "What's wrong? I thought you liked living a bit dangerously."

"I'm not screaming yet," she says, biting her lower lip.

"I don't think El would approve of you screaming down here. Who knows what would hear you?"

"You might have to do something about that, then."

"Hmmm... Improvising a good gag will take more than a few minutes..."

"Use one of her socks," El says. "Or her panties."

"An excellent idea," she says, removing the knife from Daniella's arm so she can tug Daniella's bottoms down enough to expose the straps of her panties.

Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle.

If she doesn't hold still, Luthien's knife might slip a little while cutting her panties off...

Not wiggling is basically physically impossible so she's just going to have to resign herself- Ouch! Hiss of pain!

She helpfully wipes up the blood and then presses on the wound with Daniella's panties, getting the straps nice and soaked before it stops. 

"That's sharp."

"I take good care of my knives."

"All her possessions, really."

"Ooh, I see."

"Spellbooks adore me."

"I think you're very adorable."

She laughs - and pulls Daniella's panties out from between her legs. "I'm not working hard enough to scare you, then."

Oop!

She giggles not nervously at all, nope.

She takes the opening to shove the panties in Daniella's mouth.