Oh, all right, let's go for a bit of both
You cower in the pentagram's edge the furthest away from the boy, shivering on your whole body, tears running from your face, seemingly ignoring the boy. He's very irritated by this, probably would have expected more howling, growling and clawing. He's irritated for several minutes, while you remain in this state. Finally he seems having brought himself to some action, clears his throat, and asks
What are you? Well. You've seen better questions after such a surprising event. Still.
You continue getting quieter, and calmer, and finally get enough breath to ask back rather calmly
Where am I?You... I summoned you. You're in my Ma... You're in my tower. He seems to get nervous, again.
What... what are you?Thank the gods! I must have been there for... for... for ever. It was... it was so cold. So dark. And the... the... At that point, you let your voice break again, covering your face with your hands.
He seems very irritated, now. The whole thing appears to be a bit different than he imagined.
How did you get there? Only demons can survive that... that Other Place.Demons? That... An eye seems to emerge from behind your hands
He... that old... he... Your voice seems to become stronger.
He sacrificed me! Promised me food, a warm shelter, work... then I wake up, and am in that place... that dark... Your voice trails off again. Then you shake your head, and straighten yourself a bit. Time for the next step. In a movement both lascivious and so innocent it could never be intended, you sit up, thanking yourself for taking on a form well equipped both in holes in, and filling for your clothes.
The apprentice, however, seems to be blessed with the ignorance inherited both by saints and people you really need something from. Or he's too distracted by the situation as a whole. Well, that's why you always keep two aces in your metaphorical sleeves.
Instead, he took the time you spent displaying unnoticed bits of yourself to compose another question
Where do you come from? How did I summon you?How should I know?, you pause.
Doesn't your precious book - you spit out, taking care not to hit the pentagram's edges -
tell you about this?The boy suddenly seems to remember said book. And what was written inside of it. Like, for example "Cunninge ant deviouse they arre, ant you shuld take greate care not to listen." And so, he prepares what'd be a sensible move usually - dismissing you. It actually is a great view, seeing as he obviously practiced before. He doesn't even seem to notice that poor woman inside the pentagram, screaming
What are you doing? Don't send me back! Don't send me back! Even better, of course, is his puzzled view once he realizes to usual dismissal does not work. While there are several forceful dismissals for exactly this case, you hope he does not remember them.
Uhm... that should have... Sent me back? You bastard, I can't believe it..., you continue to scream. Then, with a deep breath and a step backwards, you change your tone again.
Let me... let... please, let me out. I cannot go back there. Please...And, completely baffled as he is, he actually seems to hear at you.
I'll... I'll let you out. He gulps.
I'll let you out without a task, and hopefully, you'll remain here, at least until... until my master comes back. And... and helps me. He actually seems to have shrunk further at this point, but luckily is still big enough to set you free... right about... now.
It's like opening your eyes. You feel him. His presence. Human. Male. Fourteen. Apprentice. Eager, ambitious. Currently crushed. Despair.
Presence. Human. Male. Thirty five. Servant. Floor below. Presence. Human. Female. Thirty six. Servant. Next to her husband.
And, even better, you feel your success. You tricked him. You tricked an untrickable: Your summoner. Well, he wasn't that difficult to trick, but in theory, at least. You are, for lack of a better word, thrilled. Ecstatic.
Well, you're free. Now, what to do?
If you want a more 'standard' form, to take whenever no other is needed, now would be as good a moment as any other to chose one. After all, nothing like stepping out of a pentagram as a triumphant pancake, blue tomato or evil lettuce. Well, probably not one of those.
You can, of course, continue the charade, too, keeping your form.
Status: Just summoned. Weak. Ecstatic. No longer inside the pentagram.
Form: A middle-aged woman. Hunted look. For now.
Location: Your summoning room.