Soon, Felina's finger nails pierced through the leather of the single-sleeve. Widening the hole was faster and she began to tear the material apart, gaining more and more freedom for her fingers and then for her hands. They were still pinned together by two layers of leather and two more of chain, but at least she could move them and her long fingers around. While her feet continued their work, she brought her metal finger nails to any piece of leather she could reach. Her fingers were as long as those of a piano virtuoso and her wrists were incredibly supple. She was able to flatten the palms of her hands against her forearms. Threading her fingers between the coils of chain, she began to saw open the arm-binder.

Suddenly her fingers froze and twitched while at the same time Louisa moaned and trembled. The joystick had fallen off equilibrium and was again sending jolts of pain through the two girls nerves. This continued for long seconds, until Louisa managed to regain control of the evil pain tool.

Still trembling, Felina continued her work. The lace was the first to snap and immediately she felt some more freedom to her whole arms. Although they were still encased in many turns of chain, those could not compete with the tightness of an arm-binder, which was mostly due to the lacing. Then Felina unbuckled the wrist strap of the sleeve, gaining access to the wrist bands of her mittens. Those were chained together and there was nothing she could do now. The key opening them was pressed on her tongue by the ball gag, itself sealed under a layer of way and under the hood. Ignoring them, she turned her efforts on the ring that was attached at the tip of the arm-binder, and which was pulling it down the crack of her rear and to her belly. Her claws ripped the leather apart and gained some more freedom.