"No morals what so ever." It would be funny, coming from him, but it really wasn't. "They used to stone women like you, you know. The ones who sold their body. Close enough, anyway."
With a sigh he went to pick up her head, "let's play a game. I'm going to carve words you should remember into your skin. For every passage that you remember, I stop. By the time I'm done, you'll be a proper woman." He yanked at her hair, "no more of that as well."
"And don't expect a rescue. The few who know who has you, their hands are tied. You're at my mercy here sweetheart. For as long as I like."