Go along with him. For now.

Something tells you that being in your current condition is going to make escape unlikely. You resolve to save your strength and look for opportunity at a better time. You sigh inwardly as you perch on the bench and genuinely take a moment to try and clear your head. Lying down so long has left you dizzy, and your heart is thumping faster than it should be, an effect of Alina's elixir no doubt. It is having other effects too, and you find your gaze drawn down to your body.

Everything had been such a blur since the battle you haven’t really had time for you to reassess your body. And clearly now isn’t the time as your captor, though seemingly patient, is hardly going to allow you a rest period. All the same you can’t help but study your suddenly blank skin, soft and bursting with sensation. Whatever else has been done to you, you are suddenly so aware of yourself as a sexual being. You have never been exactly proud of your body, it has been a tool and a weapon, something you took satisfaction in certainly. Yet now you an feel its potential in other ways.

Your pale nipples are erect, standing out visibly and darkened at the tips, slightly upward tilting. Your breasts have never been of much interest to you as a soldier, something to get in the way of bow practice, or cause a distraction amongst certain of your troops. You can remember in your youth being anxious about your curves, when you would become of age, develop in womanly ways. It seems distant and unfamiliar and has always seemed unimportant. Now you are able to appreciate wanting to feel and inspire desire. The warm air caresses your sensitive skin. You see the various scars and marks you have picked up as more than evidence of your military training and your early battles before your tattoos. With them suppressed and hidden, it’s like having the final layer stripped away from your true self beneath, physically and mentally. The coppery ring embedded in your flesh by your enemy mocks you. A blessing or a curse?

A nudge breaks your reverie and you blink back to your current situation, a gloved hand pulling you gently in the direction of the cube. A small frown furrows your brow as you can’t help ponder the price of your magic and the path they had been chosen for you by your queen. Would you choose it agsib for yourself?

The box ahead of you is almost as tall as you. It is blue in colour, but it is difficult to tell exactly the material of its construction. There is a hole in the top but you can see nothing if the interior. You approach up a couple of steps and the jester leans forward to touch a small notch in the front. With a click the front and top split and opens Outward in two doors on hidden hinges. It seems to be mostly metal within.. another gnomish device it seems.

He prods you forward and you stand within the box, your head proud of the top. You realise nervously that the hole will close about your neck, leaving the rest of you inside. Or not entirely the rest of you. Your hands are guided through holes in the sides which you hadn’t noticed earlier. You swallow, glancing down at the maze of hoses and piping and mechanics which are built into the case around you. There is a fair amount of open space around your body but it looks like a lot will be going on unseen and not too far from your naked body. Before you can say a word or wonder whether running might have been a good idea, the doors are closed on you with a very final click.