These gauntlets were in a beautiful glass case, with track lighting and spotlamps illuminating them beautifully from all angles - a little out of place deep in the lightless hole you were delving when you found them. They're elaborately decorated with hammered and chiseled details, pearl inlay, set with stones... Truly marvelous.
You shouldn't have put them on.
When you wear them, you are hopelessly compelled to make a fist and strike yourself in the head, the stomach, anywhere, over and over - either till you lose conciousness or are too exhausted to move. And the entire time, you hear the ghostly voice of some wretched, disgusting child jeering, "Why are you hitting yourself? Why do you keep hitting yourself? Stop hitting yourself!"