You do as he says

You drop the weapon, and turn around, only to receive a hit to the back of your head.

When you wake up you are back at the mattress, new cuffs on your wrists and ankles, leash to the floor, ballgag in your mouth, Neil triumphantly standing in front of you. There is something that encases your fingers. You look back, only to see a pair of bondage mittens wrapped around your hands.

“We only have one of those things, so we were keeping it in storage. But you won it,” he explains. “Also, when we get to Heaven, you gonna receive the most restrictive thing I can find,” he turns around, and leaves the room.

You start to struggle, uncontrollably so, twisting and jerking yours arms and ankles, but the mittens hold your hands firmly, and there is nothing you can do. Panting, exhausted, you give up, knowing that your fate is sealed from now on.