A direct question.

"Why did you pick me?"
"I didn't. Someone else did.
They just used me to get to you."
"Fine, but why me?"

You signal one of your men to go over and tie some rope around her tits, turning them a bit pink.

"Some people like to take women like you down a peg- or 8."
'Is that all this is about?'
"You get more questions. Go on."
"Are you going to sell me to some weirdo?"

You smile.

"Wrong tense, honey. You've already been sold.
It just wasn't me that did it."

You take a pair of chopsticks from the table and pinch one of her nipples with it.

You know that it hurts her, but she tries to act like it doesn't.

She does her best.

"One last question, Miss Former CEO. Make it a good one."

"You know that I'll get out of here and have you killed right?"
"Ha. Good one. Let's put an end to the talking now..."

That's the cue for one of your men to come over with a unique gag.

Plastic tubing ties around the back of her head to a pair of plastic pieces that hold her tongue in place, now partially out of her mouth.

"Is that enough for you?"
You pretend to wait for her to answer you.

She glares at you instead.

"Oh right. Of course. I already knew the answer anyhow.
Boys..."

Two men come over and force her to lean forward.
They connect the ropes on her feet to those around her neck and tits.
She's stuck leaning forward now in a position with no give.

You put a bucket down to catch her drool and leave.

'Well, now what?!?'