The Cyssa punching bag hangs from the ceiling by a three-split metal chain, its leather coated exterior shining in dim light, almost begging for you to punch, kick or even gnaw at it to release your pent up anger, frustration and sadness. It won't ever see its perfect unused form again, but it's a risk it's willing to take to make you satisfied and at ease with yourself. It sees your fists tighten and clench and braces itself for an ongoing flurry of punches and kicks that would put any professional boxer, wrestler or martial arts expert to shame. It knows it deserves this fate...

What do you do?