A woman woke up naked in a bed, with her arms handcuffed to the bedpost. The scent of dried sexual juices reached her nostrils, as she tried to struggle out of her confinement. She wracked her brains for something to latch onto, but she remembered nothing. Not why she was in the situation she was in. Not who her family was. Not even her own name. All she remembered was a feeling of extreme pleasure right before she woke up. Before that, was a blank. She didn't even know if the clothes that were scattered around the room were hers or not. She experimentally pulled at the handcuffs on her wrists, but they seemed pretty sturdy. Not something she could easily break. Her struggles caused red hair to fall into her vision. She blew it out of her eyes, irritated, and watched in amazement as the hair shrank, and tied itself into a ponytail. What was this strange magic? Could she use it to get out of here? She examined the handcuffs again. They seemed to be made of normal steel, but she was still not strong enough to break them. Could she reshape her hands like she had her hair?
It was worth a try. It wasn't like she had anything better to do right now.