Allysa opened her eyes, white light blinding her.
Her eyelids fluttered as they adjusted to the brightness.
She looked around. She was in a vast white space. Endless. Empty.
She tried to stand, but her entire body ached.
She groaned in pain. "Argh."
Still, she pushed herself up, pain tearing through her bones.
She stumbled forward, walking slowly and painfully.
Nothing changed. Just white. Everywhere. An endless space of white.
'Wait, why do I feel like I'm in the same spot?' she thought, exhaling after walking for about five minutes.
Then something flashed—brief and blinding. She clung to the sensation, trying to remember.
A crystal chandelier flickered in her mind. She tried to place the memory, but couldn't. It slipped through her grasp.
Next, an image of a brandy bottle appeared—and with it, a searing pain in her chest.
Another image came. A young woman. She couldn't see the face clearly—it was blurred.
Her head ached trying to remember. Pain hitting her harshly.
Then the floodgates burst.
Memories came crashing down on her.
Her life flashed before her eyes. From her happy childhood… to the plane crash that took her family.
She saw it more like a movie, like someone decided to play the tape for her, to remind her of the most awful moments of her life.
She saw herself on the sofa in her apartment, tuning in to the news…
Hearing her family's names on the list of the deceased. The people who died in the plane crash.
The way the tears flowed. The pain. The loneliness when she celebrated her birthday alone.
The depression that followed.
The hopelessness of rebuilding her life without her parents.
Then—the glimmer of hope. The smile on her face.
The day the lawyer told her she was the sole inheritor of her father's company—and a large fortune.
Then came the sleepless nights…
Her greedy relatives harassing her about her father's business.
The pressure of running the company. The moments of peace she could only find at midnight, after an exhausting day.
She saw her loneliness.
No real friends—just opportunists after her inheritance.
No true love—just men lusting after her body.
She saw herself.
Beautiful. Desirable. The center of all attention.
She remembered her first sexual experience—drunk, reckless, with a bartender in a club.
And then… she met him.
Bruce Anderson.
His sweet words. His charming smile. His handsome face. His wealthy impression.
She remembered falling for him.
The Anderson family's business was failing at the time.
She remembered investing in his family's company. Using her inherited money to invest in his company.
She remembered making love to Bruce after their early dates.
She remembered the abuse.
The slap. The force. The emotional manipulation. The way he forcefully made love to her.
The way he made her feel less of herself.
She remembered him breaking her—turning her into his shadow.
A girl who only emerged when he called.
She remembered the silent sobs. Her trying to find a purpose, a way to survive.
She remembered the moment she agreed to sign over her company shares—just a month before their first anniversary.
She remembered the anniversary. The brandy, the party, the lighting.
She saw herself signing the document that made him the owner of her company and handing it over.
She saw herself ... entering his room.
Catching him in bed.
Fucking her personal assistant to oblivion.
No remorse on his face, no regrets with his words.
Just hate.
Pure hatred.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched the scene replay.
She saw herself leave, broken and in tears.
Then—the rooftop.
Then—the fall.
Then—darkness.
She clutched her head. Pain exploded behind her eyes.
'I feel like something's missing… but I can't place it.'
'So I'm dead,' she thought. 'Then… where am I?'
She scanned her surroundings.
Still white. Still empty.
Then a voice boomed:
"Can you see your pathetic self?"
She shivered. Tremors ran down her spine.
She spun around, searching for the source of the voice. Her heart pounded. Fear gripped her.
"Can you see the miserable life you lived?"
The voice was feminine. Ethereal.
She turned again, breath catching in her throat. Panic set in. She inhaled and exhaled trying to calm herself down.
"Do you want to go back and change that?" the voice asked. Calm as the sea.
The sound of it sent ripples through her.
Beads of sweat rolled down her face.
Her hands trembled.
A bright light flared. She shut her eyes.
When she opened them, she stood before a table.
Not just any table—a council table.
She looked up, her mouth parting in awe. The sight was beautiful.
She was standing before a high golden platform.
She stepped back, trying to take it all in.
Behind the platform stood a strange being.
Humanoid in shape, divine in presence.
She had horns. Wings made of living flame.
Her body shimmered with glowing, mystical markings.
She was breathtaking with soft curves and a body that could set loins on fire. She looked like a goddess. Body and presence.
She looked like the succubi Allysa had read about in fantasy novels.
'Who are you?' Allysa thought.
A voice responded in her mind:
"I am the Goddess of Sin and Desire. A keeper of the multiverse."
'Goddess?' she thought, chuckling. 'Do those even exist?'
"None of that matters. You've been bullied and used for too long. Do you want to go back—and be the predator this time?"
'How?'
"Will you accept the Dominion System?"
'What is a system?'
A digital tab appeared in front of her:
[DOMINION SYSTEM]
[BIND TO ALLYSA VIRELLE]
[Yes / No]
[Seduce. Evolve. Conquer all men.]
"Yes, I wish to," she said, clenching her fist.
'I want to go back… and when I do, I'll conquer every man out there.
'I'll make them love me. Obsess over me. I'll become their beginning and their end.'
'I'll prove to Bruce—and everyone—that I'm no pushover,' she concluded.
[YES]
[DOMINION SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[BOUND TO ALLYSA VIRELLE]
Ding!
[FIRST CONQUEST TARGET DETECTED]