It certainly wasn't Krull. When we stopped where he said we were supposed to rendezvous with the others, he put some sort of spell on me. I couldn't do anything of my own free will. He just looked at me and said "Sleep". The next thing I remember is waking upon a velvet chase in a large circular stone room. There were no windows, no doors so I have NO idea how we got in. I was still at his bidding. Not being in control of your own body is so confining, it's still only slightly worse than being trapped in this well furnished cell. There are tapestries on the walls, and one that partitions the privy. After a while I felt the spell wearing off, and he tried to put me under it again, but I was resolved against it. Even though he was polite, and stood on etiquette, I couldn't take it anymore. I asked for Elonah to help me. I tried to turn the stones and mortar into sand and mud, but the room was enchanted against such things. I even tried to look for the smallest crack in the ceiling, but to no avail. My captor simply watched and talked to me of many things. He kept trying to convince me to "Merge" with him. Something about leaving my friends and family behind to go with him and his master. I don't really understand what he was talking about, even though it sounded a lot like marriage, I know it's not what he meant. He is very courteous and kind, except for the whole not letting me go part. 
I'm a little creped out by the fact that when I awoke in this room, I was garbed in a very nice gown, actually two, and a chemise of fine linen. The kirtle is a sleeveless A-line dress with a low, square cut bodice and very snug fitting. It keeps everything up and in place, it feels great. The over-gown is also A-line, a little fuller, with long tight sleeves that are slashed at the shoulder and elbow with tufts of the chemise pulling through, and the front is almost non-existent, with an extremely deep v in which has lacing across the front which shows the kirtle and my shape to best advantage. I simply don't know how, or rather, I don't want to think of Not-Krull changing me and putting me in this very snug dress himself. 
Did I mention that there are no windows in this place? There is no fresh air, no plants, the furniture is even wrought iron. My wooden pen was replaced with one made of glass. I have a much harder time trying to meditate and connect with nature in here. I cannot even hear the wind nor rain or anything else outside. I could be buried deep in the ground for all I know. I am trying to keep it together by writing. But I am finding it hard to keep from feeling like I'm suffocating in here. I NEED OUT!

I'm back. I had a bit of a break down there. I ran across the room and tore down one of the tapestries and began screaming to be let out. I tried to dig through the walls with my bare hands even though I knew it wouldn't work. My captor pulled me away and I lunged at him, but he easily pulled me off of him. He gasped when he saw my bloody hands and I just began crying in a heap. He must be afraid of blood. I was able to heal them even through my tears. Then I composed myself. I asked him if he wished to hear a tale. He acquiesced, and I told him everything that had happened. Then I left him with a single statement. I told him the truth.
I will do almost anything to get my Mom back safely.