Tell her whatever she wants to hear.
From Create Your Own Story
"I...." you whimper. "Love....it." You manage to spit out the words as pain pulses through your body. It hurts. There's not a thing you can do about it. A tear streams from your eye and falls to the floor, and you aren't sure if you're crying or if your eyes are just watering from the immense pain.
She rams the flashlight in and out, in and out, over and over again for what feels like an eternity. Then, she pulls it free and tosses it to the floor. You feel the gun come away from the back of your head and you collapse to the floor and immediately reach for your wounded bottom. You feel blood on your fingers.
Cassandra steps back. "Now you know what it's like," she says. "If you don't die from the rectal trauma, or from whatever damage I just did from your colon, we can start you on some antibiotics in the morning. You won't sit or shit right for months, but it'll heal. From then on, you'll do exactly what I say, when I say, or I'll put you down like the dog you are. Do you understand?"
You whimper, you cry, and you nod. "Yes." You say meekly.
Cassandra goes into the other room and locks both you and Melanie in the storage area, leaving you to lie in your own misery until the morning.
