The gray woman claps her hands once and smiles back broadly at her captive. "Good, good! No more running. Now, march on downstairs, young lady, back where you belong." A smooth hand closes over the wound and presses deeply to elicit another soft moan as the legs trapping the ice-eyed woman give her a careful shove forward. Steel curls around above in the narrow passage and comes back down to her feet above El. She's not going to let her prey escape twice. The motion further unsettles the vest already pushed askew by the struggling, and swollen gray breasts, tipped with black, hang free to the cold air. Where once there was a deep gash, now only smooth skin and a smear of yellow blood remains. Steel looks down at her hand, smiles, and brings it to her lips to lick it clean.

She continues slowly down the steps, downtrodden, defeated. Eyes slip back to the woman over her shoulder, face sinking into a deep-lined frown as the wound closes over itself, which she quickly turns into a hesitant, forced smile as she catches Steel looking at her. Eyes catch the woman's heavy breasts bouncing freely in the cold air and she quickly pulls her attention back away. She's been feeling out her tormentor, searching for some kind of weakness she can exploit, but the more she learns, the more her avenues of escape seem to narrow.

With a sigh of trepidation, she steps foot into the torture chamber. The effects are immediate, the air steamed like a sauna, casting an immediate pink blush to to her skin. She glows with a nimbus of the orange heat. Slowly, she settles in front of the table, searching for implements that might help her. The woman's a masochist, but if she can find a way to immobilize her, to buy herself time to get a decent head start.... She winces as she looks over the esoteric tools, some of which she can barely imagine the uses for. Finally, she settles on the paddle, sturdy heavy oak, the broad head covered with iron studs. She hefts it in her grip, fingers slick with both her own blood and that of the monster wrapping tightly around the handle, weighing it in her hands, held like a baseball bat ready to swing.

"Oooh, good choice," Steel says as she steps in after the young woman. The heavy iron door swings back with another loud groan and slams shut with a final boom to seal the chamber against the cool foyer beyond. Something massive falls into place as the handle turns back to latch the portal shut, and another option of escape appears to vanish at Elise's back. In the flickering orange glow, the other wall is made clear. Along its length stands a pair of x-shaped metal frames, a low, cramped-looking cage made of heavy steel bars, and a scatter of crueler implements of restraint and pain combined.

Tinted sharply by the shifting light, the gray woman steps to the middle of the chamber and lets the bundle of cloth fall completely from her shoulders to the floor with a soft thud for its heavy contents. She turns her back to the bloody-handed woman and bends forward to stick her covered rear out towards her. "Now don't bother holding back. I'll be rewarding you for how good you give it," she says as a hand pulls darker gray hair over one shoulder and her eyes turn over the other to watch Elise closely.

She spins the paddle in her grip. She can feel a sick feeling rising in her stomach at the clear excitement in Miss Steel's voice, as she disrobes, turns away, baring her ass to Elise like a horny school girl. The paddle loosens in her grip as the woman practically begs Elise to spank her. She throws up in her mouth a little, but then the door slams. Her eyes glance over the cage in the corner and narrow down to slits. Her original plan was to crack the woman in the face, but her height made that nearly impossible. Now, bent over, her head turning, the option's there. So as her eyes move to settle on Elise, she's greeted with the whistling swing of the heavy paddle, brought with the full force of El's slight body, a ruthless crack brought swinging into her face.

With a sickening crunch, the paddle knocks the gray woman back off her feet. She lands hard on her side and settles to her rear as more yellow gore spreads from her nose and mouth. She blinks hard, twice, in stunned silence, then grins like a pleased child up at Elise. "Harder!" A few flecks of blood fly from her lips at the word, and a tooth dangles loose in her mouth. Bare legs curl under her body and bring it up close to the raven-haired woman. A single hand rises and points urgently back towards her slightly dented and yellow-washed face to show where she wants to be struck, as if it isn't obvious. Hands wrap behind her back to clasp onto one another and promise no retaliation or evasion of the next attack.

She was fully ready for a follow through when she sees the look of pleasure on the woman's face. Her nose wrinkles up in an expression of utter disgust, horror, stepping away. She drops the paddle to the ground, shaking her head. "No... Fuck no... Fuck you, you crazy bitch... There's no way...."

Miss Steel pouts back at Elise's refusal to bring her more harm. "Well fine then, if that's how you want to be." She reaches out and picks the paddle up with her left hand, then presses it against the ground to bring her to her feet. Once more a full foot above her prey, she glowers down at the student and gives the paddle a small spin. The bones and teeth in her face are restitching themselves in place before her eyes. Her right hand shoves across her cheeks to clear them of blood as a long tongue clears the rest of it from around her lips. The paddle points again at the wall she'd indicated earlier. "Back to the wall, arms over your head under a set of manacles, or we can go through that little dance again."

El's not quite sure what to do. She can't obey, naturally. But when she fights back, the woman enjoys it and begs for more. And there's nowhere to run to. So she just backs away from the woman, making slow circles like a boxer sizing up her opponent. She licks at her lips, body beaded with sweat now, glistening in the orange heat, blood dribbling from a clenched fist She stares on in horror as the damage to the woman's face knits itself back up. "I'm not going to make this easy for you...." she growls.

The frown creasing Steel's lips grows concerned as she realizes blood is still running from the gash on Elise's hand. She shakes her head and sighs slightly at the woman's words as a thin tendril reaches down to snatch the vest off the floor and bring it back to her shoulders. Her arms and the torture device slide through the fabric and resettle it onto her shoulders as she says, "you really should at least let me look at that hand, if you're not going to play any more. Such a terrible tease you are." The heavy length of wood shifts to her right hand and gets another quick spin through the stifling air.

There's a hesitant raise to her brow as she seems to consider, but still circling, never taking her eyes off of Miss Steel. "What? You're going to bandage me back up before sticking me in a cage? That's awful sweet of you, but forgive me if it doesn't sound like a round deal to me." Sweat-sticky hair clings to her back, her forehead and cheeks, a flickering cover over her breasts. Feet move fleetly, still in that boxer's pose, ready to feint or dive if this bitch makes a lunge at her.

Yellow-green eyes roll towards the ceiling in a silent plea, then fall back down to the woman before her. "I'm not going to shove you in the cage, I'm going to chain you to the wall, though I'm starting to think I'd need to restrain you more than that. And don't bring up a 'round deal' to me, missy. Did those young ladies you robbed get a round deal? What about the customers you overcharged, hm?" As she speaks, a dozen flat bands of metal reach from under the back of the vest and gently brush at the wall to form a simplistic web with Steel as its focus. Feet bear her slowly forward, and the edges of the trap follow along to form a sort of shifting wall. "Now, I'm going to tell you one last time. Get against the wall." The heavy oak paddle snaps around and cracks hard against an unflinching strap of steel. If Elise doesn't submit soon, she'll have to be left loose while the gray woman tends to other matters.

She continues circling. For whatever reason, the woman seems hesitant to move in fully and just grab her, so she uses that to her advantage, stalling this out as long as she can. She continues to circle, eyes slits. "I don't rob anybody. I'm not a thief." Well, that's half true. She doesn't steal from any girls... And she doesn't rob anyone. Her stomach sinks. They know about all that shit. Dammit.... The paddle snaps against the metal band and El jumps, scrambles to regain her footing, settling hesitantly back into her circling, but she's growing more erratic, unfocused, eyes skittering to the steel cage formed by the spider legs.

"Semantics and more lies. We know what you've been up to, young lady. We know everything." A knowing grin spreads broadly across gray lips to bare teeth turned orange with the light to her prey. "Everything. Including what you and your little friend do to entertain each other." The edges of the snare curl slowly forward as Steel strides towards the shaken girl. Her motions indicate no urgency, no rush to have Elise restrained. Indeed, her smile broadens at the hints of fear playing across her captive's features and the startle the sound of wood on metal gives her. The living wall slowly and inexorably approaches the blue-eyed woman, leaving her with only a solid surface behind her, a heavy frame to her left, and a pair of manacles to her right.

Back flush to the stone wall, hands balled into fists at her sides, she's caged in, the makeshift snare of Steel's extra appendages penning her against the wall. This is it. This bitch has ruined everything she's set up so far, and there's nothing she can do but cower against the wall, trapped, glaring needles at Steel. Breath drops and falls with quick, hurried breaths, her pink body a smooth contour against the rough wall.

"Guess you know everything then..." She manages a smirk, her voice trailing, a hint of a tease.

The taunt brings a brief twitch to the gray line splitting Steel's face. "I believe I mispoke. We know what you've done, girl. What intrigues me is what you'll do." A hand dives into the vest and snatches back with a long, straight, jet-black dagger in its grasp. "For example, I don't know whether you'll pick the Saint Andrew's Cross, the shackles, or a painful death. I don't expect the third, of course, but that's the wonder of the human mind, isn't it? You just never know for certain." The blade hangs steady in the air and slides carefully towards Elise to hurry her decision.