You're strapped to a chair. Darkened room. Single 100w incandescent clear-glass lightbulb dangles a few feet over your head. Shuffling can be heard in the middle distance but the glare from the bulb makes it impossible to make out anything other than dim shapes.
A door opens. Steps approach. Heavy boots from the sound of the footfalls.
A figure emerges from the darkness. A short but nonetheless imposing figure. Red eyes seem to glow in the reflected light from the bulb.
She leans in, her nose inches from your face. Her grin could stop a train. You catch a faint whiff of cheap vodka. And she whispers...
"Nico-Nico-Nii!"