Summoning as you know it requires a ritual which consumes the better part of an hour, unfortunately; it cannot be done without a significant amount of preparation.
You wordlessly turn and leave, walking quickly. Enough of going along with her. It seems that the master doesn't really care- the only one forcing you to obey Adrienne is Adrienne herself. You'll go back to your summoning circle and conjure up something to-
-a sharp impact on your back as you ascend the stairs. Adrienne is crouched atop you. "Oh, girl, that was hardly an entertaining chase at all. Come on." She lifts you effortlessly and slams you repeatedly into the wall facefirst, dazing you long enough that you are back in the torture chamber, your legs being strapped into restraints, by the time that you recover enough awareness to react.
No! Not again! As the other woman is preoccupied with your legs, you lash an arm out and grab her hand, then shove the wrist into one of the shackles and slam it shut. It locks with a click. Adrienne looks at you disdainfully. "Keep this up, and you won't be entertaining enough for me to play with you anymore. You know what happens to my toys when I'm done with them."
You do know. Body after body, thrown into the furnace. You don't care. You twist your body and whip your fangs into her imprisoned wrist while yanking with your arms, using the unnatural strength of your jaw to bite as hard as you can. Her wrist dislocates with a pop, and you can feel the tendons tearing when she pries you off with a shriek.
"You'll pay for that one, little one. You'll be in broken pieces on the floor when I'm done with you." She moves, fast and strong, and you find yourself unable to stop her from getting your other arm shackled, then pinning you in place while she works her wrist free. It looks badly damaged, hand hanging limply from her forearm. She uses her other hand to grasp a scalpel. "Now, sing for our lord."