Wes wakes up chained by his throat and ankles to a universal gym. He now realizes his interrogator has no interest in information. The sicko simply wants to torture a young Marine. Wes' wrists and balls are cuffed to the gym's lift-bar. Slowly, the man adds iron plates: 25, 50, 75, 100, 110 pounds! Wes can barely hold the weight. "My balls!" he screams as his arms shake and his scrotum stretches.