She resists. Briefly.

She fires off another round of indistinguishable Mandarin and struggles against her bindings. You give her a minute to tire herself out, "...Are you tired already? You put up a lot more fight last night, even managed to shoot my arm. Why so weak today?" Her lip twitches when she hears of your injury but after a few moments she resumes struggling. She lasts even shorter this time, flopping back on the floor and breathing heavily. Her confusion is obvious even through the blindfold, "I can guess what you're thinking. 'Why am I so weak?' So let me enlighten you: last night, when you failed to sneak up on me, I injected you with one of the mixtures from the lab." She gasps, going rigid, and you swear you see her pulse stop before restarting, fluttering desperately under her skin. "Oh, so you can understand me? I bet you know exactly what they were doing in those labs too. Some sick shit huh? Now, I won't tell you exactly what I dosed you with but I will say that it was rather a lot. You probably don't want me to do it again or you might... y'know, have some problems. So how about you start talking? I have another batch waiting right here." You flick your finger against a vail to emphasize your point and she jumps.

"...w-(ahem)-What do you want to know?" Aha, worked like a charm. Her voice is slightly accented and unconsciously husky. It would have sounded strong and commanding if it weren't shaking slightly. You reach down and trail a finger across her pale, toned stomach. She jerks at your touch and a delightful shimmer of goosebumps erupt in the wake of the contact. "Ooh... I don't know... What would I like to know?"