Jaxon’s POV
Without warning, they came fast and picked me up from the floor. They moved me to a room where they allowed me to bathe while the guards kept watch over me. A woman clad in a silk drape entered while I was still bathing. When she saw I was naked, she tensed and tried to cover her eyes with her hands. I stood up from the tub and held the towel in front of my pelvis, giving her my attention.
“I am sorry, Sir. I was sent to give you these clothes,” she apologized, bowing her head.
I was surprised; I hadn’t expected to see a woman in that place. She put the clothes down on the floor and turned to leave. I weighed her inch-sized body. She looked very tortured, and I concluded she was just a prisoner like me.
“Are you just like me? You’re a prisoner?” I asked, studying her fearfu
