Humbis-Nos-Voct Manacles

The manacles were very delicate by nature, you feel as if you could snap the thin silver rings with your bare hands. Lord Kravice would certainly not be happy with you if that were to happen. It was hard to believe these would ever contain any prisoner for a length of time. The cuffs matching the collar in a sense, but there were anklets to go with it and a sixth smaller ring... too big for a finger but too small for anything else... strange.

You carefully analyze the aura's with minor spells trying to dissect the very nature of these restraints. The magic pouring off of them was impressive but you also noticed that your spells swirled and were essentially sucked into them. You decide to make with a fortified spell to pry back the masking spell. That was when a blinding flash knocked you from your rickety wooden stool and onto your back on the hard floor. You were at a loss for breath and your back hurt but worse was the fear that you may have broken the Humbis manacles!!

You fight dizziness and fight your way back to your work station to find the manacles not destroy but... missing. You frantically look around the lab trying to be quiet, surely Lord Kravic had noticed the flash but hopefully you hadn't failed as badly as you feared.

You were on your knees under the table searching when that dry voice crept up on you "Something wrong apprentice?"

As if compelled to you immediately answer inspite of your desire to pretend everything was alright "I lost the Manacles Milord." You clap your hands over your mouth.

"Come here!" The rough power in his command shot through your body and as if pulled to him your body moved of its own accord, played like a master puppeteer. Drifting up the stairs and soon standing before the dark figure whos grimace chilled your blood and prickled your skin. Yet in this moment his eyes also twinkle and the slightest curl of a smile and the corner of his lips "Found them for you." He pointed to your neck and your hand immediately reached to find the soft silver wrapped tightly around your neck... yet the collar felt less like jewelry and more like it was attached to your skin flexing and bending with each breath.

"Remove your tunic." You immediately obey and your shirt is cast aside in a swift motion. The sleeves n longer there to cover the rings now resting just above your wrists. "Looks like you've fallen for some curse... and that you're enslaved by the Humbis-Nos-Voct... but you could just be obeying out of loyalty or fear... I suppose an **** example is needed."

What does Kravic order you to do?

-Oral

-Stripping

-Sex

-something ridicules

-You manage to escape the lab first only to find 'anyone' can order you around.