Though she was bruised and broken in every way possible, something sparked within Meg and she began to kick and scream. A strangled cry was all she could manage, though she kept fighting with all the might of her tiny, ineffectual meatsuit.

But it wasn't just a meatsuit, now. It was her. Her entire existence was diminished, wrapped up in blood and flesh and bone. She was nothing but a regular woman, and for all her knowledge of torture and combat, she was at a distinct disadvantage - and she was terrified.