The army's interrogation room transforms into a playground for the depraved. Elaudaz63, a master of his craft, toys with his captive's mind and body. Whips crack, leaving angry welts, yet the prisoner begs for more. The soldier obliges, his sadistic streak awakened. He leans in, his breath hot on the captive's ear, 'You're enjoying this, aren't you? Your body betrays you, masochist.'