She makes you the perfect employee.

Lana holds the amulet in front of your eyes. You feel like your head is getting lighter, emptier as you stare at it.

"You've always been quite pathetic, barely worth keeping around. I'm going to fix that. I'm going to make you a model employee."

You try to speak, but it doesn't seem like you're supposed to. Staring at the amulet, the words "model employee" repeat in your head over and over.

"First of all, the idea of working anywhere but here makes you very, very nervous. You're lucky that I hired a tiny dick loser like you, nobody else would. So you better try to make me happy, because if I fire your ass, you're screwed."

You wonder why you did this. This whole thing was clearly a terrible idea. Even if she hadn't had that amulet, something else could have gone wrong and she could have fired you or thrown you in jail.

"Second, hearing people say bad things about me causes you pain. If you hear anyone complain about me or my law firm, you get the worst headache of your life until the whining stops. Same thing for any other disrespectful activity, everyone has to treat me like a boss deserves to be treated, or you're in incredible pain!"

Crap. Everyone in the firm hates her. This will suck.

"Third, I'm sick of you being a lazy slug. After today, you're not going to be able to get an erection unless you worked hard all day and did at least two hours overtime the day before. Real work, not just goofing off on the internet at your desk. Yes, that includes weekends. You'll still get horny, you just won't be able to do anything about it no matter how much you stroke your little dicklette."