Chained and exposed, a young, trembling captive is interrogated by her mistress in a cramped, dark room. The girl's feet, her most vulnerable points, are bound and tormented, as Madam Bathory delights in her cries of pain and desperation. The mistress runs a firm, gloved hand over the soles, pressing and pinching, before bringing out an electrode, dancing it across the sensitive skin, leaving the girl gasping and begging for mercy. Yet, mercy is the last thing on Madam Bathory's mind.