Dr. Tarington looked over at Elohim, resting her cigarette lightly in her right hand.  A silver tattoo glowed softly on her left forearm, taking strange shapes.  "Would you like me to shock some sense into her?"  The doctor asked concerning Ennea, drawing a slight squeak from the damaged girl, who quickly scrambled away from Elohim.   "I'm terribly sorry for my pet's behavior."  Tarington purred, beckoning Ennea to come up to the seat she was sitting in.<br/><br/>The small girl enthusiastically bounded over the seats, and crouched next to Dr. Tarington.  The doctor gave her a heavy swat on the rear before pulling her into her lap, her fingers already reaching under the girl's shirt.  "When someone says stop, stop."  Tarington commanded Ennea, looking sternly into her eyes.  "You can do what you like with her, of course, as punishment."  Tarington said to Elohim, running her fingers through Ennea's hair.  "Depending on what you can offer me, I may not even need her back alive."  Dr. Tarington said with a smile, getting no reaction from Ennea, who sat in her lap, seemingly content even as her master discussed the possibility of casually throwing her life away.