"Oh? They're not real? Neither was magic, am I right?" Melissa laughed as she stared down at Gunther. "Once I remove your soul from this potion, I'll have complete control over your body. Of course, I'll devour it eventually, but no one ever told me not to play with my food. I like my victims to see their bodies act as personal servants.

"It's a pity that you don't fit into my plans, Gunther. I usually only devour atheletes- everyone else has other uses. But I haven't had a slave in quite some time- this should be fun.

"Oh, but I'm talking too much, aren't I? Well, Gunther, say goodbye to your last bit of free will! Thanks for making this so easy." Melissa leaned her head over the flask, and bared her hidden fangs. Gunther's soul floated to the top of the flask, and directly into her right hand.

"Well slave, for starters, you can finish up this English report. After that, go ahead and work on all of my other assignments. I'm sure you'll be a useful tool. It'll be a pity when I have to devour you for food. Well, and kill you, of course; I can't have you blabbing once I no longer control your body with your soul."

"I can finish up this English report for starters..." replied Gunther in a monotone, the sparkle gone from his eyes.