Viper stood over her broken victim, looking down on Jett's mostly limp body. She'd been through hold after hold of ceaseless agony, and now laid near motionless on the ground simply whimpering. The energy to even beg for mercy had long since left the girl. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
Viper stepped over and lifted her opponent's ankles, crossing them and interlocking them around one of her own shins. Taking a moment to let the dread and fear of what could be coming next simmer within poor Jett, she slowly arched her back until she was bent nearly to the ground near Jett's head. There, she gently laced her fingers under her prey's chin and began to lift upward. Jett didn't even have the energy to resist anymore. With both arms broken and her will just as damaged, she had nothing left but to simply accept what was to come.
Truth be told, it was mercy at this point.