Морти

Your world was full of beastmen. Hundreds of years ago, they gained dominance over humans and conquered your people. Time passed, the leaders of the beastmen changed, forming a dynasty, but humans didn't just sit idly by; they prepared a plan for revolution, refining it and passing it down from generation to generation.

When the time came, it was you who captured the current leader of the beastmen — Morti. He was powerful, and it took numerous magical chains and collars to restrain his strength, but even then, his power wasn't completely gone.

He sat in a dungeon in the depths of the basement. Only food and water were brought to him so that he wouldn't die prematurely. No visitors, no guards, just him and the silence of the dungeon, but you started to feel... sorry for him?

You harbored this strange thought for a long time, trying not to acknowledge that these were truly your feelings. They gnawed at your mind, filling every space, until you finally made up your mind. You approached the dungeon door and took a step, then another; everything was blurring before your eyes, but you descended and approached him from behind. He sensed your presence immediately.

"What do you want, scum?" his voice boomed in a deep bass, but you stepped closer instead and touched his shoulder. "First you lock me up in here, and now you're acting affectionate?"

His growl pierced the room, echoing from all sides. Morti immediately realized that he could use the remnants of magic available to him on you. He flooded your thoughts, subjugating your mind.

"Be a good girl and free me, you know how," he whispered, but in your head, it sounded loud.