"I still remember it all clearly. He had stretched the panties on my head. 'Now to crown the queen of weaklings!' he had declared as he let go, keeping the panties on my head. I tried to run but he just tied my legs and feet. He then picked me up and took me to a chest that he had brought into the room. 'The queen is too poor for clothes and a real crown, so she gets gets undies and a panty crown!' he taunted as he dropped me in the chest. I tried to beg, but he just kneeled there, admiring his handiwork. 'Your prison should be nice and comfy!' Spoilers: It wasn't."