You realize that Failiel is probably hearing all of this in horror. She must have realized her magic was gone the moment you crossed the threshold of the house. Now, you know she’s in a state of panic, fearing what you’ll do.

It feels amazing to have this kind of power so suddenly. You’re no longer walking in terror of your captive- you are truly the captor, and you will show this arrogant mage that she was never as powerful as she thought. Not going to let you digest her, indeed!

You shrug casually, assuming an air of assurance. “Sounds brilliant,” you say, taking the potion from the head girl. You give her a devilish smile: “Bottom’s up!” And you throw your head back, letting the thick, oily substance slide down.

Failiel’s panic is clearly beginning to manifest itself- you feel a sickly squirming in your belly. You hear a cheer and look up. The girls are all smiling at you, congratulating you. One of them takes you by the arm and leads you to an adjacent room.

“Wow! You did it! That’s so cool- you’re part of us now! Usually, guys get a girlfriend or whatever to be their meal ‘cuz they’ve got no experience, and then they don’t want to digest them. We end up having to use that potion on them instead. Now girls, on the other hand, have no hard feelings about getting rid of some competition, ya know? Oh, right, I’m supposed to let you enjoy. See ya later!”

And enjoy you certainly do. The squirming turns to dull thumping, and you assume the blue-haired know-it-all has resorted to punching and kicking. You pat your belly with a chuckle- this bossy little mage has fallen to futilely beating on your stomach. So much for all her power over you!

Keeping a hand on your stomach, you try to visualize what’s happening, wishing that you could actually see that smug face that once looked down on your shrunken form turned to desperation.

The struggles of your pale, nude captive begin to subside. She must be succumbing to digestion. “On second thought,” you say aloud, “I don’t think I’ll be writing those papers.”