You have your strength back, but you have run out of patience waiting for opportunity, so it's time to visit some old friends of yours... Pain and sacrifice.
You grab the right shackle with your left hand and pull with all your considerable might. Slowly, and yes, quite painfully, your right hand begins to squeeze into the adamantine shackle. Your dark brown fur-covered hand turns crimson red as the skin rips and cotes it with blood. The bones in your hand and thumb begin to crunch and snap as you grit your teeth and continue to pull. Finally, your bloody mangled hand pulls free of the shackle.
You use the intense pain and adrenaline to keep going. Bracing your hoof on the rim of the left shackle, you do the same damage to your other hand until at last; you are free of the bonds. Your hands are now useless and your horns are gone, but you can still kick, bite, and charge at anything unfortunate to get in your way. You are pissed, and that's exactly what you need to get out of this place.
You howl with rage and charge at the door on the far wall, battering with your massive shoulder and splitting it with a loud crack. You find yourself at the base of a spiral staircase, so you quickly ascend, taking the steps 3 at a time, until you reach a passage at the top. The dimly lit passage goes to your left and to your right.
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