[Her face holds equal parts dismay and horror as he speaks; for someone so averse to constrictions, to anyone controlling or directing her actions, a place like that sounds like hell on earth.]

That's...that's awful.

[Her voice starts to climb, and her reiatsu begins fluctuating wildly with her anger. There's a prowling, lashing quality to her spiritual pressure, like a half-grown wildcat still coming into its strength. It's nowhere near strong enough to make someone as strong as Castiel uncomfortable, but it's definitely noticeable.]

Who are they to do that? People aren't toys or puppets or--ugh!

[Unable to stay still, she begins to pace, her fists clenched.]

Why can't people just...let people make their own choices--live their own lives?