Loreley does have a way

Loreley smiles and starts to rummage around in some of her many pouches and bags that she keeps attached to her belt. "Let's see, let's see... As an apothecary, I carry around many a useful thing! Something for just this instance as well, I did not know when a new prisoner would be delivered, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. Ah, there we are!"

With a broad grin, Loreley produces a small syringe and an even smaller vial. As she starts to nonchalantly load her needle with that liquid, you feel an icy shiver going down your spine.

"What is that? What are the?"

Loreley chuckles. "This? Oh, this is just a deadly poison. Strong enough to kill an Elekk."

You start to hyperventilate when Loreley then proceeds to place the syringe on your upper arm, brushing aside the fabric of your clothes and exposing your skin.

"No, no no no! Wait, no, stop- Aiiiiiiii!" You wail in a blind panic, chafing the skin of where the ropes bind you raw in a **** attempt to get away.

The injection happened extremely fast, and you quite literally didn't even feel it. "D-did you? I-I can't tell..." you stammer, your voice failing.

"Hmm? Oh yes. You did tell me to just kill you, so... Much obliged!"

You stare at Loreley in silent disbelief. After a few moments, she doubles over with laughter.

"Ahhhhhhhhahahahahahahaaaaaa!!! Did you really believe-? Oh dear, listen, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn't even have awoken after they brought you here. No, no, no, you are of much more use to me alive!"

"Then... What... Why..."

"You will see right away. The effects should be immediate, and I know that it will work perfectly, since I made the **** myself... Let me just fetch you something else."

You wait for a little while and Loreley keeps looking for something in her inventory. You begin to feel a little numb and dizzy, but you can't tell if it's due to the ****, the exposure to Loreley's terrible stench - chiefly her feet - or your near-**** experience.

Suddenly, Loreley produces a small knife with a rather short blade.

"Hold perfectly still, my dear. This blade is sharp enough to cut through skin and flesh as if they were water."

You do as she says, staring in amazement as she cuts one of your arms and hands loose.

"Here. Take it, and cut the rest of your bonds. Be careful! I wasn't joking about the sharpness," Loreley says and you nod, trying not to let your fingers tremble as you cut yourself loose.

After you are done, you stare at Loreley with big eyes... You now hold a knife, while she seems to be entirely unarmed. What is she thinking?? Loreley seems to read your thoughts and a smug smirk plays on her lips.

"Return my knife to me," Loreley commands.

Your jaw drops as you watch your arm slowly move on its own, extending the knife to Loreley, handle first.

"W-What? No..."

Loreley giggles, taking her knife and putting it back into one of her bags.

"Surprised? What, did you take me for a fool?" Loreley asks mockingly. "I guess I might as well explain it briefly. The serum that I injected into you just earlier makes sure that you physically can't disobey me, as long as your brain is also detecting my smell. Don't question it, it just works.”

You stare at her with a feeling of dread and fear and move to rise from your seat.

“Sit! Don't move.”

As soon as Loreley's voice rings out, you sink back onto your chair. You grit your teeth, trying as hard as you can to move your limbs, but to no avail. No matter how much you strain your muscles, you can't move at all.

“Now, do you finally understand?” Loreley says with a gleeful grin, slowly raising one of her dreadful, disgusting feet up to your chest level again.

Although the stench had never left the air, you gasp now as a new wave of the pungent, cheesy reek of her sweaty, slimy foot rises up to your face. You sputter and gag, trying your best to avoid breathing it in directly.

“Close your mouth, sweetie. And keep still,” Loreley says, sounding dangerously amused.

As ordered, your mouth closes and you feel your eyes watering as you are now **** to inhale her noxious foot fumes through your nose. It is sheer ****, it can't be called anything else. However, things are about to get even worse for you.

“There is one more thing you should know about my feet, or rather, their smell. It is incredibly, hmm, how should I put it... Long-living. Or, infectious, even. As in, if I rest them on the surface of a table, that table will reek horribly of stinky feet for a couple of weeks or so. Naturally, the effect should be a similar one if my soles should come in contact with, say, your hands, for example. Or your face, even...”

Loreley looks at you with an expression of perverse pleasure on her face, licking her lips with that ghastly, slimy gray tongue of hers, waiting quietly while keeping her repulsive, stinking foot positioned before your face, letting the unbearable stench slowly poison you more and more. You can't move and can't even open your mouth to scream or curse or beg for mercy, anything. All you can do is remain there, quietly, idly, while Loreley tortures you in any way she sees fit.