Goma pulled the shiny new lighter from his pocket and picked up the butane torch from the table. Jeannie watched in wide eyed terror as he flicked the lighter open and spun the wheel. Bright yellow flame blossomed from the wick. With one thumb he turned the valve on the little blue tank releasing the butane. He brought the flame to the discharge bell and a beautiful yellow flame with a blue interior hissed from the tank.
He flicked the lighter shut and shoved it back into his pocket. Quickly, but carefully, the evil Colonel brought the hissing flame closer to Jeannie's clamped nipples. Waving it back and forth between them, he never paused long enough or got close enough to actually burn her flesh. She felt the flame's heat none-the-less and wriggled in stark terror, screaming through the muffling hood.
"Your moment of truth has arrived, Pretty Jeannie." He whispered close to here ear. "I'm going to pull the hood down so you can tell me exactly how to access the database." Goma set the torch on the concrete floor almost where his grandfather's watch had sat only moments before.
His thick thumbs slipped easily between the leather hood and Jeannie's tear slick face. He hooked the leather under her chin and she immediately gasped out the user name and password the Colonel required. In seconds the hood was back in place.