Being in a straitjacket is already restrictive. Not being able to see anything is even more restrictive. To bound the suspective onto the bed with humane restraints and pushing my boots against his soft parts and grabbing him and remaining silent is even meaner. He's struggling, but there is no way out unless he tells me what I want to hear.

"I want names" is the only thing the suspective hears before he's left all alone in straitjacket bound onto the bed with a hood on his head.