Candle is in an interrogation room with her arms overhead and stripped to the waist. Her jeans ride low and gives a generous view of her tight abs. Electrodes dot her skin and wires are attached to the controls held by interrogator in the corner. His bureaucratic job is to induce her to talk whereas everyone else has failed. Little does he know that she is determined to resist and expects pain. This is a nice change of pace from the overweight males that he is used to handling although he feels like a beta male interacting with an alpha female. Despite his best intentions he is engaging in four dimensional mind fuck chess and it does not bode well for him.
He tries to engage her in small talk, but she throws him off his game by mentioning that his predecessors did not have the motivation required for a good beating. In his simple mind, he thinks the electric jolts will make her talk, but she mocks him with the lack of imagination and creativity.
As he shocks her repeatedly, her body shakes and convulses with obvious discomfort, but all she does is laugh and crack jokes. This goes against his training and he does not understand why she won’t just give up the information. In a brief moment of seriousness, she explains that her mind allows her to control her physical pain and that is all she needs to protect the innocent people who would be in trouble if she snitched.
After reaching the highest level of juice, he is bewildered about what to do and wanders off to find a higher level agent who can handle this maverick prisoner.