Elrianthe lay on the ground, semi-conscious after a brutal beating and humiliating stretching of her sphincters by a blond thug named Carl.

“Why doesn't it work...”

It has been three weeks since the first attempt to use the < Domination > skill. Since Carl showed up once a day, she could easily determine how long it had been. At the time, she was full of hope and plans on how to get revenge on him. It soon became apparent that her extraordinary ability was not so easy to use, and every attempt failed. She had to pay a high price for each failure, experiencing a severe beating and the unpleasant consequences of having her intestines pumped with male pleasure fluids.

This did not affect her psyche well. Waiting in hopelessness for a miracle, and being humiliated on a daily basis could have broken many, although a desire for revenge still smoldered in the head of ex-Andrzej. Elrianthe had already decided that she would repay all the wrongs done to her. Carl, by performing daily cardio workouts with her, had already managed to increase her revenge multiplier to up to 65. So why did she stop using her < Dominance >?

Thinking back to her first attempt, Elrianthe tried to understand how she should use this ability. When Carl came that day, he brought with him a bowl of food. She had already eaten the previous portion, and after a short rest, her exhaustion dropped below 50/100. Then her magic regeneration was restored - an insane 1 point per minute. This was enough to accumulate the required 100 points to use < Dominance > before her test subject appeared.

As Carl was putting away the food, Elrianthe decided to use the skill, but she didn't expect this turn of events.

[ Using < Domination > failed ]

[ The target's mental toughness threshold is too high ]

[ Suggestion: strong emotional states make it easier to influence the target's mind ]

[ +1xp ]

The thug then noticed that the elven woman was trying to use a skill on him.

“Are you casting charms on me, you elf slut?“ He raged, and then inflicted severe punishment on her, beating her into unconsciousness.

It was because of this that she was still stuck in her cell, and Carl dealt with her with impunity at his will. She tried to use her skills in other situations, but the result was always the same, and she knew the consequences very well.

Returning to the present moment, Elrianthe, lying on the ground, had completely given up resisting. Even the rat that was circling her face could afford to rally freely around her cell. Not surprisingly, the previous owner of this body had let go of her spirit. Andrzej, trapped in that body, also wanted the same thing.

“Will my skill work on animals?” She wondered, watching a rat eating leftover food from a bowl. He had already forgotten the description of the class he possessed.

[ A Charlatan is a magic class that specializes in dominating weak and confused minds with its strong will. A Charlatan can force any living being to cooperate and follow his instructions. ]

The term 'force any living being' implied that < Domination > could work on anything living.

[ Domination - allows you to take control of the mind of a living being, which becomes your puppet. Success depends on your level, as well as the level, race, and mental state of the target. Consumes 100 points of magic when used. ]

It says 'take control of the mind of a living being', just like in the class description. Does this mean that it doesn't work only on humans? There is only one way to find out.

Elrianthe reached up and took the rat in her hand. It wasn't too shy. She had let him run around the cell for quite some time.

“Domination.“ She said, looking at the rat.

[ Using < Domination > successfully ]

[ Successful acquisition of a new puppet ].

[ +5xp ]

[ Rat Level 1 ]

[ 100% Control ]

This was just what she needed - a spark of hope in an abyss of pain and doubt. Her eyes shined again, and she picked herself up off the floor.

[ Task completed: ]

[ Take control of the first target: 1/1 ]

[ Reward: 100 XP and 1 random skill ]

[ Received the skill < Daze > ] [ +100xp ]

[ Promoted to level 2 ] [ 5/200 xp ]

[ Received 1 development point ]

[ Would you like to go to the Development Tree ( Yes ) ( No ) ]

“Relax! Who designed this?” She became indignant as pop-ups suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

“One by one... Let's check this tree first“ She whispered to herself. “Yes”

[ Development Tree ]

[ Select one of the available options. Available choices: 1 ]

[ +10 points of life ]

[ +20 points of magic ]

[ +5% chance to successfully use < Domination > ]

[ Random effect from the available pool ]

“Not a very impressive choice.” She thought. “That 5% could come in handy, but what difference does it make at this level? Probably none. Magic? To use domination twice in a row, I need 200 points. But will it be useful to me now?” She wondered.

“Fuck it. Random.“ She said, making her choice.

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[ Received an increase in magic regeneration of 4 points ]

[ Current magic regeneration: 5 points/min ]

“Not too bad. This will greatly reduce the magic recovery time, and I will be able to use the skill more often.“ She mumbled under her breath.

“Wait a minute… I'm even starting to talk like a woman already...“ She remarked, catching herself at her own words.

Although his body was getting into more feminine habits, he had no intention of forgetting who he really was. His true self still remained a man from another world.

The next step was to test a new skill.

[ Daze - the target loses cognitive function and control of his own body for 2 seconds. Requires eye contact. Consumes 40 mp per use ]

While Elrianthe was looking through the boxes of information and stats, someone else was watching her and what she was doing. Her new puppet. The rat, which she had taken control of, stared at her as if she were a goddess who had descended from heaven.

The elven woman noticed that the rat was sitting motionless, dully staring at her.

“What am I going to do with you?” She thought out loud.

“Fetch.“ She said, throwing a pebble to the other end of the cell.

The rat jumped off and ran for the thrown object. After a while, he returned with a pebble in his mouth, placing it in front of Elrianthe.

She picked up the pebble and threw it again. The rat did not react. It sat still, staring at the elf.

“Fetch.“ She repeated, and the rat darted off to fetch the thrown pebble.

“Wise mice.” She said softly, stroking the rat, which returned with the pebble in its mouth.

“Now you will get something more difficult."

Elrianthe was well aware that she was not alone here. There were other slaves in neighboring cells, sharing a similar fate with her. Though they could count on a quicker ransom than she could.

For some reason, no one liked elves here, and the sheer price the slave traders charged was too exorbitant. And solidly so. The fact was that elven women made excellent material for bed slaves. Their beautiful faces and perfectly built bodies attracted attention. They were very healthy, they didn't even catch venereal diseases, and what's more, they couldn't interbreed with other races, which made unwanted pregnancy impossible in their case.

She was not even that lucky. From what she casually heard, they had been trying to find a buyer for her for six months, but with no success. She was planning to escape from here anyway, so she didn't bother. Instead, she was curious to see how many other slaves shared the dungeon with her. She will take the opportunity to see if the rat will be suitable for her plan.

“Go to the cell next door and bite the person you find there. Do so in each of the next ones, and then come back to me.“ Elrianthe ordered and the rat ran to do its job.

A moment later, she heard a gasp, then a squeak, and finally a growl. The rat returned to her cell.

“So that means there are three besides me.” She said.

“Very good job.” She praised her pet, petting its head until it began to squeal with joy.

“I'll tell you now how we're going to handle this blond trash.”

Elrianthe explained in detail how she was going to take control of Carl and what role her pet would play in this. After finishing her description of the plan, she wanted to make sure the rat understood. This was a one-chance action, so everything had to work out.

“Stomp your foot twice if you understand what you have to do.“ She commanded.

The rat stomped twice in confirmation. For some unknown reason, this rat understands what she wants from him.

“Wise mice.”

Carl showed up with food, as usual. His good humor could be heard already on the stairs as he whistled to himself under his breath. After opening the cell, he set the food down on the floor and looked at the elf.

Elrianthe didn't hesitate long and spread her legs in front of him, signaling that she was ready for her daily training. Not that she had to accept it - she had no choice. By accepting her fate, she spared herself suffering. Carl always beat her when she tried to defend herself.

“I see that you have already learned. It's good that you know your role.“ He said.

He took off his pants and proceeded nimbly to lubricate the piston that would be about to push through the elf's guts. Elrianthe lay on her back and, keeping her legs spread, watched the thug kneel beside her, moving closer.

He then leaned over the elven woman. He always started with kisses, even if they were artificial and forced. That was the key moment.

< Daze >

Carl stopped and his eyes lost their luster, as if they had become dead. His whole body began to slump as his muscles stopped working.

Elrianthe grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the side. She didn't have much time. In the blink of an eye, she jumped on top of him, wrapped the chain around his neck, and started choking him.

“Now!“ She shouted behind her.

The rat, hidden in the shadows behind the cell door, ran toward her and threw himself at Carl. His goal was to inflict unimaginable pain on him while Elrianthe held him on the ground.

“Aaaaaaaa!!!”

Carl began to scream as he regained control of his body. He felt the rat bite into his testicles, tugging and tearing at the bandit's precious jewels like a thief stealing a rich man's purse in the market.

“Aaa- aa- aaa!”

The man's screams echoed throughout the dungeon. Fortunately, he was behind a double door, and the sounds from just below did not reach the top, where the rest of the group was staying. In addition, Elrianthe was choking him with her chains, so his scream was muffled from the start.

“Shut your mouth, you fucking trash! You deserved a much worse fate!“ Shouted out Elrianthe.

[ New task ]

[ Take control of a man named Carl when his mental resistance is low ].

[ Reward: 100xp and 1 random skill ]

‘Strong emotions…’ She thought.

“Rip him apart!“ She shouted to the rat, which, like a possessed maniac, began to tear apart the area of the man's virtue, using its sharp teeth and claws.

“Aa- aa…”

Carl began to drift off into the abyss from the strong grip on his neck. Elrianthe, noticing this, loosened the chain and slapped his face to wake him up. Then the process started all over again.

The man was completely powerless, and the paralyzing pain and suffocating pressure broke his will to fight.

< Domination >

[ Using < Domination> successfully ]

[ The < Domination> skill reaches level 2 ]

[ Successful acquisition of a new puppet ].

[ +20xp ]

[ Carl Rig Level 4 ]

[ Control: 60% ]

The rat stopped biting the man as he was recognized as an ally, and Carl gave up trying to free himself.

[ Task completed: ]

[ Take control of a man named Carl when his mental resistance is low: 1/1 ]

[ Reward: 100 XP and 1 random skill ].

[ Received the skill < Persuasion > ] [ +100xp ]

Seeing the changes on Carl's face and his attempts to catch his breath, Elrianthe finally stopped choking him. That was the end of her suffering. The hell this man had put her through was over.

“My lady...“ He said, barely catching air.

The elven woman, without thinking for a moment, punched Carl in the face. Then she dealt him another blow, and then another and another. She was furious. She had suffered more than anyone else because of him.

“My lady, why are you hitting me?”

“Shut up!“ She shouted as tears began to run down her cheeks.

She beat him amok until her delicate hands began to bleed from the skin she had taken off. Her rage for all he had done to her made her want to at least partially repay him for the pain he had inflicted.

[ Carl Rig's control drops to 55% ]

[ Excessive aggression towards puppets lowers control over them ]

Seeing the message, she hit him one last time and then walked away to the wall, where she scowled and tried to control her uncontrollable crying. Emotions dominated her mind, and she took a moment to calm down.

At this time, Carl stood up from the ground. He wrapped his torn pouch, from which blood was oozing, and dressed himself. He then turned to the elven woman, bowing before her.

“How can your humble servant redeem his sins?”

“Kill yourself.” Elrianthe replied with coldness.