The only solution your new tiny brain could figure out is running. You don't take anything, not even a phone, and with your low IQ, you can't even remember the lamp. Then you run. Sadly, the man don't seems to be OK with that. He tries to grab your waist, but he falls, and the only thing he could grab is your feet.
"Stay here, you bitch!"
You mannage to get free, but you're now unbalanced, and as you open the door, you fall on the floor. The man looks at you with an evil smile, and you don't seem to have many chances to get free now.
"You like your free will? Ok, I will propose you a fair trade : you got your free will, and in return, I got your intelligence."