The person who entered the tent is a beautiful young maiden; more beautiful, you note with some chagrin, than your former body. Somehow, you remember that she is your slave, captured by you during one of your many battles, and her life depends on making you happy. You try to search the feelings of your new body for more clues as to your relationship with her, but all you can find is an intense desire to see her humiliated. You are horrified by this, but while you are busy searching for answers, your new body has begun to take action.
"Well?" the young woman says defiantly. Something tells you it is false bravado, and also reminds you that she is a noble, perhaps even a princess, in whatever land she came from. While your original soul hopes she can give you more answers, your body responds to the desire to debase her, and licks its lips menacingly. You are somewhat startled as your lips run across teeth so sharp they can almost be described as fangs, although you know by now you are human. You vaguely remember filing your teeth to points at some time in the past.
You are lost in thought, but your body moves under its own power. You grab the maiden by the arm, your huge hand nearly covering her entire forearm, and throw her down on a cot inside the tent and lean down over her. You feel your male body becoming aroused, and you finally awaken from your reverie. You note that the noblewoman has not lost her defiant glare, although there is fear hiding behind her eyes, and also some strange form of acceptance. You realize, horrified, that the body you are now in has done this before, many times in the past. The strength of your revulsion finally returns control of your body to you, and as you stare into her eyes, you manage to stop your body from doing anything further.
You do not remember your body ever having held back before, and for an instant, you believe the woman can see your original soul behind your ferocious eyes. You see a moment of confusion in the maiden's face, and then fear. However, the instant does not last long, and as though she were ashamed at even betraying that much, she reaches up to slap your face. Instinctually, you catch her small hand in your large one before she can do so. Overwhelmed by what you have just discovered about your new life, you just want to be alone.
You pull the woman off the cot and thrust her towards the tent flap. "GET OUT," you growl, somewhat taken aback at the depth of your own voice, which you realize you are hearing for the first time. With a strange look, and rubbing her bruised arm, the maiden leaves your tent. It is of no consequence to you, however, as you stare at a reflection you are now repulsed by. You have landed in the body of a disgusting being, and you have a strong urge to leave it as soon as possible. You are held back only by the thought that your next life could be that of someone worse. Besides, this body no longer belongs to that person, it is yours now, to do with what you will. All you have to do is learn to control it, right?
Feeling as though you are in a no-win situation, you finally decide to...