"You have two options," —He sat up, lifting two fingers of his right hand to buttress his point— "either you tell me what the connection is between the medal and your tattoo or I'll torture it out of you. It's up to you really, and you can read my mind if you want, but I assure you, your parents will be the first to go. Try me."
On a good day, no one would have been able to threaten her this way, but there was a glint in his eyes that told her he wasn't joking, and he was much more powerful than she was. She concentrated, peering into his mind, and yet again it spoke the same thing.
He will torture her and her parents will indeed be the first to go.
"Why... Why can't I go further into your mind!?"
