You've been shaved

You feel your body freeze abruptly. In the scramble to hide your nakedness your legs had, just for a moment brushed together, and you had felt shock seize you by the throat. Stunned, you run your hands down your body and find to your increasing horror that not only have your legs been shaved, but so has your groin, your chest, and your arms. More then that something- some magic- has made your skin soft clean. As you rub your hands together you realize that years of sword calluses have faded away, as has the roughness and scars.

You are not stupid. Any fool could figure out what has happening- the collar, the soft bed, the smooth hairless body.,..it seems the Witch King or one his generals desires the Prince of Careleon as a spoil of war.

Anger fills you. You are not some pretty trophy to be bandied about on the arm of a general. But fear also fills you, stories of magic worked on mind and body alike to bend victims if the Witch King however he desired them, rush to your mind. How can you resist that kind of power? How could anyone?