"Struggle all you want, you cunt... they're your cuffs.  They're designed to keep big ugly brutes under lock and key so your bitchy kind can control them.  Well, I've got news for you... if they can't break them, you can't either.  And look, they're adjustable!  So nifty!" he said with a grin, pointing at the keys on the far side of the room.  "That's what you need to get free.  Maybe once I'm done with you, but for now, you're going to be my bitch so shut the fuck up."  He took the baton again and pressed it against her abdomen.  But he didn't fire it, instead he used it as a threat.  If she didn't get quiet and stopped struggling, he'd just use it and reposition her.  Probably fuck her before she came back, that seemed easier right now.