Continue to train your new slaves

You unlock the door to the dungeon, but as you do, a muffled scraping sound reaches your ears.

Glancing down reveals a shadow on the other side of the door. One of your prisoners is free from her restraints.

You quickly step back and rush forward, slamming the now unlocked door open. And directly into a newly unchained succubus.

She is knocked over, but recovers quickly, righting herself and lunging for your throat, but the door trick bought you just enough precious time to speak two words.

"Scio Morsus."

The pain strikes her in midair, and she crashes into the ground where you stood a moment ago. she then curls into the posture of a wounded animal, back hunched and knees at her chest. She whimpers softly, but does nothing else.

You let her suffer for a while as you carefully inspect the bonds on Catherine and Cassandra, finding them unbroken, and the shackles that once held the succubus. It seems that the latch on her left arm chain was rusty, and simply snapped off when she pulled at her fetters.

You decide that the demon has endured enough for the time being.

"Dormio." You begin, then you add: "Look at me."

She does not rise, but she does raise her head to comply with your command.

"It seems we have gotten off on the wrong foot." You monologue, your voice smug. "Let's start over." You hold one hand to your chest. "I am Ulric. Who are you?"

She mumbles something and casts her gaze to the floor.

"What's that?" You ask. "I didn't hear you."

She passes for a long moment, then says: "...Xilyra. My name is Xilyra."

"Well Xilyra," You grin, pleased with your victory, however small. "You are going to do some tasks for me. If you do well, you will be rewarded; If you do poorly, you will be punished. Understand?"

She glares at you spitefully, but nods.

"Good. First, go pick up your gag and put it back on."

"You-"

"I did not tell you to speak." You interrupt. "Scio Morsus."

She once more collapses into a ball.

You don't let her suffer for as long this time, ending the spell after only about ten seconds.

You calmly gesture to her gag. "Put it on."

She moves to rise, but you interrupt her once more.

"Don't walk, Crawl."

She flashes you another hateful glance, but does as you tell her, crawling over to her discarded gag and once more fastening it around her head.

"Good girl." You praise, your voice dripping with condescension. "Now for your next task."