Katja sat still, listening carefully. After a couple minutes without hearing anything, she shrugged and yawned. Maybe she imagined it. She was already on edge from this strange place already, it would be easy to mistake something innocent for danger. Yawning again, Katja rolled over and was quickly asleep again.
As Katja snored softly, unaware of anything amiss, a long, narrow coil of rope slowly slid under the gap between the floor and door to the room, it was quickly followed by several more. Animated by strong magic, they slithered across the floor like snakes, towards the bed where they knew their target was.
Reaching the edge of the bed, the lead rope raised one end like a head, looking over the gently snoring young woman. It slithered forward, climbing onto the bed. The others followed, the magic that animated them compelling them to seek out her limbs, to wrap them up and secure the young woman for their mistress…

Katja groggily came to, aware of a strange feeling around her left wrist. It felt like there was something smooth wrapped around it… she tried to pull her arm out from under the covers, but couldn't. Something holding it there. With her right hand, Katja threw off the covers and gasped in surprise. Coils of rope were slithering across the bed, like black snakes in the darkness, heading for her arms and legs. One had already wrapped around her left wrist, and as she watched, another slid over her right ankle and began to loosly wrap itself around the limb.
Thinking quickly, Katja rolled off the bed to the left, shaking off the rope around her foot, but the one on her wrist hung on. Her movement activated the spells on the magic torches, which blazed into life, illuminating the room and the ropes.
Before Katja could try and dislodge the rope on her wrist, the free end of the rope hurled itse;f over at her right hand, quickly wrapping it too. It pulled with unnatural strength, twisting both hands behind her back. Despite her best efforts, the rope refused to budge, wrapping itself tightly around her wrists, trapping her hands.
Meanwhile, the other ropes regrouped. One of the ropes hurled itself at her ankles, but Katja was able to jump out of the way. The rope hissed, which struck Katja as odd even considering her circumstances, and began slithering back. She dodged it again, but didn't see as a third coil lauched itself off the bed and wrapped one end around her waist.
The other end of the rope was wrapped around one of the bed posts and it began pulling he towards the bed, to secure her for when the mistress' servants came to collect her. Katja struggled as best she could, but again, the rope was magically strong. The rope on the floor, meanwhile caught up to the struggling woman and wrapped itself around her ankles, tightly binding them together. As the rope on the bed dragged her forward, Katja found herself hopping desperately trying not to fall over.
Meanwhile, the last rope slithered off the bed and climbed up beneath the hem of Katja's dress. She felt it crawl over her bare legs and up her body, before emerging and wrapping tightly around Katja's head, working it's coils between her teeth.
The rope tugged again, dragging Katja forwards another step towards the bed. She squirmed, trying to shake free and lurched to the right, smashing into the wall where a mirror was hanging. The mirror shattered into a number of large shards.
Desperate, Katja grabbed one of the glass shards with her bound hands and began cutting at the rope. To her surprise and relief, the minute she cut into the rope, the spell broke. The limp rope lost it's strength and fell to the ground lifeless.
With her hands free, it took only minutes to cut the rest of the ropes, rendering them inert and harmless. The glass had cut katja's hand, so she took a moment to cut away some of the sheets to make a bandage.
Katja unrolled the long sleeve and bunched it up before picking up the shard again. The glass would eventually cut through the cloth, but it would do for now until she could find something better. She smiled. These stupid sleeves were good for something, at least.  

Suddenly, Katja heard voices outside her room. Hurriedly, Katja ducked against the wall next to the door. It opened, blocking her from sight as a pair of maids entered. "I hope the mage-bindings have left her feet free. I'll be damned if I'm going to carry her all the way to the dungeons." One said.
"She can hop if she has to. I know how we can encourage her along if w-" the second was cut off as they noticed the bed was empty. At that moment, Katja pounced on the two from behind.
Though the servants outnumbered her two to one, they'd been taken by surprise, and it was obvious neither had expected a fight. Katja knocked one of the girls over with a kick. The other girl attempted a wild punch at Katja who dodged grabbed her.  She held her improvised knife against the girls throat.
"I give! I give!" the young woman cried out hurriedly.
Katja called out to the other girl as she slowly got back to her feet, "stop right there, otherwise I'll kill your friends throat here. Step back and raise your hands." The young woman hurried to comply.
Katja shoved her captive towards the other woman. She bent down and picked up one of the inert, but still functional coils or rope. She tossed it to one of her captives. "Tie your friend up with this. And make sure you tie it good and tight, otherwise I'll make sure your bonds are tight enough to squeeze your hands off…"
A couple minutes later, both girls lay on the bed, bound hand and foot. Katja had cut some strips from the bedding to gag and blindfold them. "Sleep tight!" She said, pulling the blanket over the two who groaned softly into their gags. She'd checked all the knots and tightened a few that hadn't been tied tight enough to suit her. Neither of these two would be going anywhere anytime soon.
To Katja's disappointment, neither girl had been carrying anything on them. She had no idea where her old clothes and things were and doubted she had time to go looking. The mistress had doubtless sent those ropes and the two girls to capture Katja. She doubted it was for any reason she'd enjoy.
Katja cautiously opened the door and stuck her head out. The coast was clear. Softly, she snuck down the hallway. Her plan, as best she could think of, was to find the kitchens, grab some provisions and then get out here. It wasn't a very good plan, but it was the best she had right now.  

As it was, she got about halfway down the hall before she heard footsteps and voices coming towards her. The voices echoed down the hallway. Whoever was making the noises was still pretty far away. Unfortunately, it didn't sound like they would for long.
Hurriedly, Katja looked for a hiding spot. She ran to a nearby door and, hoping there was no one on the other side, opened it and slipped inside, finding herself in a storage cupboard. She closed the door careful to keep the door open a crack. Watching through the gap, she saw another pair of maids walk past. Doubtless they'd been sent to find out what was taking so long.
As soon as they were far enough away, Katja opened the door and slipped out, heading away from the two girls. She didn't have much time before her escape was discovered and the alarm raised. The ropes had been bad enough, she didn't want to see what sort of spells the Mistress could produce if she really tried.
Unfortunatly, in her haste, Katja wasn't watching where she was going, or maybe it was simply the unnatural architecture of the magical house, but she quickly became lost amongst the corridors. The alarm had obviously been raised, as she encountered more servants, now very agitated.
Luckily, though they were obviously looking for her, they were more concerned with patrolling the hallways, than poking their heads into every nook and cranny looking for her. The one maid, a young woman with striking red hair and a face full of freckles, who even came close to finding Katja's hiding spot behind a bookcase, got nothing more than a knock on the head for her troubles.
Katja dragged the girl into an empty room, this one appearing to be another guest room like the one she'd been assigned. She laid the unconscious girl on the bed on her stomach. Hiking up the girl's skirt, she pulled the maid's long sleeves back and tied them off to her ankles.
She cut some fabric from the skirts hem and used it to gag and blindfold the maid. That should hold her for a while, at least. Katja thought, pulling the blankets over the girl. She was about to leave the room when she heard more footsteps coming.
Hurriedly, she ducked back inside, peeping through a crack in the door. Behind her, she heard her captive begin to come to, groaning into her gag softly. Katja hoped the gag and blankets would keep the girl quiet enough, as the footsteps and voices were getting closer.
To her horror, Katja saw the mistress run past, followed by a pair of maids. The maids held thick leather leashes in their hands. Attached to the other ends; straining forward; were a pair of creatures that looked like dogs, but not like any Katja had ever seen.
Fortunately, the mistress didn't seem to notice Katja's hiding place as she continue past, her retinue following close behind. Suddenly, another pair of maids appeared, running after them.
"Mistress! Mistress!" We found Madga and Thira!" one of them said. To Katja's horror, the mistress stopped, not quite in front of her hiding spot, but not very far away either.  "They'd been tied up and gagged." The girl replied.
"Take those two foolish girls down to the dungeon and put them both in one of the smallest cages." The Mistress snarled. "Perhaps a decade or two down there will teach them not to be so foolish next time."
The maid nodded and the two hurried off to carry out her order. The mistress turned and began to head back the way she was going. Katja breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, though, one of the dog-things turned, looking towards her hiding spot. It growled and began tug on its leash. It could smell her! The maid holding it's leash turned too. "Mistress! I think the Wortgun has picked up her scent!"
With a short curse, Katja threw open the door and began running down the hallway as fast as she could. Her only chance was to get around a corner before the mistress could get a spell off. Her heard the braying of the Wortgun as they chased after her.
Suddenly, Katja was pulled to a halt, by a powerful spell. An invisible hand picked her up by the scrape of her neck and dragged her backwards towards her pursuers. It dropped her on shaky feet before the mistress.
Before Katja could try anything, the mistress mumbled another spell. Instantly, Katja's dress came to life, like the ropes before. The sleeves began to move, pulling Katja's arms around her chest, the extra material tying itself off securely behind her back.
At the same time, the hem of the skirt began to contract, forcing her ankles closer together until she could only take short, halting steps. The dress' hood pulled itself over her head, covering her face in its suffocatingly close embrace.  She found herself in total darkness, unable to see through the material. It was difficult, though fortunately, not impossible, to breathe through the magic cloth.
"Well, well," the mistress said, her voice was muffled slightly by the cloth hood over Katja's ears. "You gave my servants a nice little chase. More than a few of them will be receiving my displeasure for there failure, but now I've got you. I look forward to adding you to my staff. Take her to the dungeon."
Katja screamed into the hood in frustration. As soon as she did, a mass of excess cloth from the hood flooded into her mouth, gagging her. The hood pulled even tighter across her face. "Mmmpppphhh!" she grunted in despair.
She squirmed wildly, trying to free herself from the dress, but the magic cloth had a mind of its own and resisted her movements, tightening across her skin to further restrict her movements as punishment. The skirt narrowed at the ankles and knees, making it difficult to keep her balance, the sleeves sharply pulled her arms back further into the straightjacket embrace they were locked in.
Katja felt one of the maids slip a collar around her neck, buckling it over the cloth hood. A second later, she felt the sudden tug of a leash, yanking her off her feet. She found she could take slow, narrow steps within the confines off the hobble skirt, but she still had to move lively to keep up with the maid holding the end of her leash.

Hooded, Katja had no idea where they were taking her. She only knew they marched her for what felt like days. Twice, they descended narrow spiral flights of stone stairs, a difficult prospect for one bound as she was.
Finally, she was led into what felt like a narrow alcove. The stone walls pressed up against her shoulders on either side. The maid reached up to Katja's neck and undid the leash. There was a metallic click as she attacked a metal chain to it instead. The maid worked a winch, hauling the chain up, untul Katja stood on the tips of her toes.
The maid mumbled a word too soft for Katja to hear and the dress began to loosen. The sleeves untied themselves before pulling back to reveal Katja's wrists. Before she could try anything, the maid locked a pair of shackles around them, connected by a short length of chain to the wall. The hem of the hobble-skirt pulled up for Katja's jailor to attached another pair of shackles to her ankles.
The hood pulled back, revealing Katja's sweat drenched face. The maid stood on her tiptoes to force a large leather plug into Katja's mouth, securing it with leather straps behind her head. A leather hood then went over her head, replacing the silk one. A slit allowed her to breathe through her nose but the thick leather blocked out even more sound then before.
"Hmmmppphhhg!" Katja grunted as the maid worked the laces on the back of the hood, pulling the hood taut across her face.
The maid mumbled another command word, too soft to make out, and Katja felt the silk dress flow like water down her body, leaving her naked, save for the hood, collar and iron shackles. She shivered. Her stone cell was bitterly cold.
"Don't go anywhere!" The maid said, playfully pinching her helpless captive. "The mistress should be along shortly to begin your training." Just before the cell door slammed shut with a clang, Katja heard her add "Oh, and welcome to the staff…"