You feel like you have to.

“I accept your gracious gift.” You say to the voice, not exactly sure what you are doing, but you really feel like it is right, you are going to die.

The world goes dark for a second then you hear yourself gasp and gulp down air filling dry lungs. Coughing comes next, then your body shakes and convulses for a few moments before finally calming down. Your very slender sort of long fingered coal black hand rubs your face and you find you have sort of slender features as well. Your captor most likely had his way with your new self as well, as you feel rings and studs all over. Your right eyebrow, tongue, nipples, navel, the ends of your lower lip all have studs, and your left nostril and clit each have a small ring, plus at least 10 more total counting both ears. You place your fingertips on the ground and push helping you to spring to your feet and in the open cage you find yourself you would guess your height to be 5’7” or so and slightly over 100 lbs. Your breasts are rather tiny but perfect, your ass is small but perky, and your shape is more the long thin banana like a super model than an hourglass giving you a slightly androgynous look. You can feel so much sticky blood all over you and are fairly sure your throat was cut.

Your eyes now illuminate the room as bright as day and you see the machine and your former body. Black viscid fluid is seeping out of every poor and black talons are forming where your cute feet were. “I have to kill it before it finishes.” You say remembering the voices words. Finding something to use proves effortless and with the snip of terrifying sheers you sever the head and the smash and cut up the machine. “Fuck, now I promised to try to kill that creepy evil dude.” You look around for something to fight with, assuming he won’t stand still so you can just use the clippers.

Quickly looking around you see a large chest. You run over to it and sure enough it is locked. “Okay clearly I want what ever is in there, but how?” You search the various **** implements and find a set of needles and pliers and think you might be able to pick the lock. Using your makeshift lock picks you find your new sexy fingers come alive with nimble and precise movements plus your eyes almost seem to focus on the details of the lock as if magnified, you open the lock effortlessly in seconds. “No way.” You say with a snicker. Looking inside you find what you assume is whatever items of value they found on the other victims in the dungeon. “So these are magic.” You say with a snort of a laugh as everything inside has a light blue glow and a sort of magical tag that says what it does. It would appear you can naturally see magic. The first item is a dagger, the tag says it returns to the hand of a thrower, or if dropped it will return to it's sheath, once read the tag vanishes and the glow subsides though you know it is still there your mind just seems to naturally filter it out. It has leather straps that allow you to buckle it to your right thigh. The next thing you pick up is a rather small backpack you would guess weighs only a couple of pounds but it says it can hold one hundred pounds without ever increasing in weight. Quickly looking inside you see it also sort of has everything inside at easy reach as well so you can clearly see it currently holds about 5 lbs of jerky, a long loaf of bread, a cheese wheel, 3 skins of water, a spool of thin but strong looking rope with a little hook on the end, and a pair of massive pants with a huge belt. Using the dagger and **** needles you skillfully fashion yourself a sexy bikini, and buckle the belt and toss it over your shoulder and across your body, it has several hooks on it that you are sure will come in handy. Turning back to the chest you find a bow that is to hard to draw that ignites any arrow shot, and a sword that is to heavy, but you decide that it will have to do as the magic says it greatly increases your skill and the power of your blows. You heft it with both hands and find when held in a battle grip it seems a tad lighter, still horribly unwieldy but you have to hope it will work.

Finally at the bottom of it all is a little wooden jewelry box. The box itself doesn't seem to be magic, but inside are three very cool little items: A thin silver anklet that you strap onto your right ankle that masks your passage so you leave no tracks. A matching bracelet that mystically improves your accuracy and skill with any ranged weapon. Finally another little silver chain bracelet that you slip on your right wrist that has 3 little protection charms on it that it says you can use their magic each once a day for three different effects; to become invisible for up to an hour as long as you don't do anything hostile, create a magical ward that lasts an hour that protects your mind from hostile magic or detection, and last create an invisible shield that blocks incoming attacks for 10 minutes.

Just as you finish pulling it all on you hear the door begin to open and quickly activate all three charms. A familiar voice yells, “No no no! Who ruined my new toy!” He runs over to your former body and tries to staple the head back on. You feel like you just might have one chance.