Her entire body shook at a memory of waking up in this room before.
After the tingling in her body subsides from drinking the jar, she puts a hand to her head. She follows her hair down to the middle of her back and gasps in panic. She hasn't worn her hair that long since…she couldn't complete the thought. In the dark she runs a hand over her body, the panic rising. Her chest feels so flat and thin. "This can't be," she says into the darkness, her voice smaller than it should be.
She gets to her feet and throws herself against the door, pounding as hard as she could. "What have you done to me?" she screams. "Let me out of here!"
She pounds the door for hours until her bony fists ache. She collapses to the floor in a sobbing heap, hugging her unfamiliar body. "This isn't me," she says until she falls asleep. Later, she hears someone open the door and a man's voice say, "You may take her."
A woman kneels down beside her and pushes hair away from her forehead. "Oh, my poor dear. I'm so sorry for what's happened to you. At least now you'll be safe."