Cassie was happy that he agreed to take the tape off her mouth. She only hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he pulled it off. She never looked away, but stared straight at him, studying his face. She wanted to remember every detail if she would ever have to identify him. She tensed her body when he began to count, waiting for he tape to come off. When he got to two, he ripped it off fast, and it stung. "Ow, god", she hissed as the stinging continued on her tender skin. Now at least she was able to speak. In some strange fashion, tears and all, Cassie thought she could reason with her captor, get him to be a little less menacing. "Please call off your pitbull over there, she doesn't deserve it. What if it were you and you were having your hair plucked? Please just tell him to stop, she doesn't deserve that." She hoped there might just be enough reason in that noggin of his to agree with her. Otherwise Cassie had another tactic in mind, and it would't be pleasant at all.