Everything.

"So, Star Fleet Intelligence, together with the Federation Department of Temporal Investigations, has sent you, Lieutenant Kenya Nyarai, to see if my little business is not only selling slaves, but if we're getting our merchandise from the past, the distant past." The Ferengi calmly announces.

Even with all her training Kenya knows her shocked faced at being so completely compromised has confirmed everything Kazash has said. Before she can move, manacles clamp down over her wrists and ankles, binding her to the chair.

The Ferengi gives a grandfatherly smile and presses a button on his chair's armrest. Kenya screams in torment as electric shocks jump across her body. When he releases the button, the exposed agent slumps forward in her chair.

"Let's continue, shall we?" Kazash states as he again pressed the button. Kenya's screams even louder as her head whips back, her back arches while her breasts thrust up.

"This is purging you of any electronic or bio-organic programs implanted in you." The Ferengi lets go of the button. "It's also an entertaining way of stripping you."

Kenya notices her clothing is now smoking, with small disintegrated holes appearing all over her outfit. Vainly yanking at her bonds the agent again screams while for the next ten minutes Kazash presses the button on and off.

Now completely stripped, save for the latinum she carried which lies on the floor beneath her, Kenya gasps for air, never having known such pain. Her will, however, is not broken. Looking up she spits, "Fuck you!"

"I'm very impressed lieutenant, most pass out while some clothing still remains." Kazash nods before pressing and holding down the button. Kenya's voice is the first to give from her constant screams of agony, followed thankfully soon after, by the darkness of unconsciousness.