Paw? If she gave her paw -- her hand, she scolded herself - to Chloe then the collar wouldn't shock her, right? She could do that much, at least. Ignoring Chloe's teasing voice as best she could, Mokou lets her thoughts rage a battle inside her head.

Start simple? Beg? She wasn't going to... she wasn't a fucking puppy!

But every new spark from the collar was just adding to her pain. And it was just a paw.

Yeah. That was fine. It was just a paw. Hand.

"F-Fine!" She reaches out, grasping Chloe's hand tight and squeezing from the pain. "I did it, stop the colla--"

Oh, did it stop? It stopped? Mokou stays put with her hand in Chloe's, her body limp on the floor and her breathing extremely ragged.