Cassie's rage

Cassie woke up slowly. She went to rub her eyes, but when the mitts came up to her face and touched it, she yanked them down and opened her eyes. "What the fuck?" she said. She then felt the cold floor and shot up into a seated position. As she did so, she felt the weight of the chain attached to her collar.

"Oh my god!" she said. She reached up to the collar, momentarily forgetting about the mitts before cursing again. Then she saw me. "You! You little shit! Get me out of this or I'll reach down your throat and rip your heart out!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Cassie," I said tapping my foot. "I don't think you are in any position to demand anything."

"The hell with you. Get me out of here now!"

She started gnawing on the one of her mitts.

I realized that she was still a tough girl and could pummel me with those mitts if I tried to get close to her. I looked over and saw the tranquiler darts and dart gun. Should I shoot her and put some more restraints on her, or enjoy her struggle, or maybe show her what I put in my super-soaker.