They interrogate Sophia

"Huh?" Sophia asks coming out of her stupor, "What?"

She struggles and finds herself bound to a steel chair in the middle of the locker room by ropes covering her body.

"Looks whose awake." Violet says, coming out of the shadows.

"What do you want?" Sophia says struggling The match is overrr!"

"Yes, but your ordeal is not. You are going to give us all the information you know about the criminals that you work with. You are going tell us their criminal activities, the people that they work with, the people that work under them, and even their daily routines."

"I rrratherrr die then give you that inforrrmation!" Sophia says struggling some more.

"How about being fucked?" Violet asks, "Because..."

Sophia gasps as Natasha walks in wearing a large strapon that is lubed up and ready to go. Natasha smiles as she strokes it.

"That's what you are going to be if you don't tell us." Violet says flipping a cat o nine tails on the palm of her hand.