Mind-control Wizard

You are a thief from the thief’s guild that has been given the challenging task of stealing a magical sapphire held within a wizard's tower. Aware of the risks, you opted for caution, dismissing the front door for a hard climb up the weathered tower smooth stones, the darkness both cover and obstacle.

With practised skill, you climb, vigilant against potential magical defences. Hoping no one though one would add traps to the walls. You start climbing to a high window like from a fairytale, cluttered with bottles and plants.

Carefully you navigate the mess, you have time and it’s better to be careful since the wizards sleep gave time but any noise could eliminate that time. A soft blue light bathed the room, distracting you for a moment from the task at hand. The thief refocused, scanning the space. You see yourself in one large room with only stares down the tower.

Quietly combing the room in search of the sapphire. You look through drawers filled with strange and lewd items, but not the sapphire. Then, an almost hidden small box caught your eye, it seems expensive—you just know the sapphire’s there.

You approach cautiously, confirm the coast was clear, then open the box. You're blinded by a sudden flash upon opening it. You try to run but a paralysing spell stops you. Footsteps approached.

As paralysis fades, the wizard conjures ropes, binding you fast and skilfully. The wizard, in a melodic voice, assesses the situation, talking on what you intended to steal and musing on your fate.

The ropes shift, covering your mouth and gagging you. As you stand there, gagged and ensnared, you try to plan an escape while biding time, relying on the wizard's aversion to involving the guards.

The wizard contemplated aloud, deliberating your fate, proposing an unsettling notion of slavery. He talked on how you couldn’t go unpunished. Maybe he’d sell you as a slave.

The ropes shift again to suspend you in the air, the rope gag still keeps you from speaking. The wizard keeps talking of the fate of mind control, intending to make the thief an obedient slave.

Books floated around the Wizard, each containing spells and potions aimed at bending your will, slowly making you obedient. The wizard, with an evil grin, spoke of making you his slave or pet, he simply said, “let’s begin.”