Dr Tarington grinned, pulling away as she watched her prey give up, allowing the blood to make her calm and comfortable.  The Doctor reached up and ran her hand through Elohim's hair, her grin going wider.  "Good girl."  She cooed, opening up a pouch she had slung over her shoulder and pulling out a reinforced metal and leather collar.<br/><br/>Deftly, Tarington secured the collar around Elohim's neck, locking it into place with a distinctive click.  "Just relax."  Tarington advised Elohim with a wink.  "For the next few days, you belong to me, completely."  She said sweetly, letting a chain attached to the collar flow through her hands as she spoke.  "The less you try to think, and the more you just obey, the better it will be for you."  She said with her typical lunatic sweetness, giving Elohim a truly warm smile as she slowly tugged her towards the van.<br/><br/>"Get in the van, my pet."  Dr. Tarington whispered to Elohim, her hand running down the girl's back, palm pressing against the white leather, until finally she rudely squeezed the machine's ass.  "Don't forget, you're mine."  Dr. Tarington hissed, following it up with another smile and a pat on the back.  Ennea sat in the van like a recently bathed cat, looking at her gun with something approaching regret.  Master had told her that she would get to save her, that she was the most important to her.  And yet, Master suddenly ended up with a new pet.  Ennea sat and stared, a tiny pit of despair welling up within her.  Master still smelled like her, surely that... thing had detected it?<br/><br/>Dr. Tarington grinned and gave Ennea a minor shock with the shock collar, just enough to get her attention.