She is...

She swallows weakly. Your strange, disarming courtesy, while in the midst of the terrifying shadows, confuses her. She licks her lips nervously and says, "I am Litessa, Water-walker. The Wind-walker is Marait, the Wild-walker is Kerritan, and the World-walker is Ura."

"Hello, Litessa." She remains quiet, staring fearfully at you. "My home is your home, my dear. As they say in your islands, 'Welcome, and may your time here be... memorable.'" Without another word you step up to her and backhand her across the face, as hard as you can. She cries out and flies several feet, dropping to the floor and hitting a stone column. Casually you reach up and pull down a pair of handcuffs hanging on an over-head chain, latching them around her wrists as she sits slumped against the column, dazed. With a gesture the chain retracts towards the ceiling and lifts the girl with it, stretching her up to her full, though diminutive, stature. You stop it as her feet pull away from the floor, leaving her up on her toes. Gesturing again, the chain moves across the ceiling, dragging Litessa out into the middle of an open area. 

"My beautiful little dear, you are quite a sight to enjoy. So young, so innocent. Pristine, even. You offer no challenge, no resistance. You, I will simply enjoy. I think that perhaps it would amuse me to mar your perfect innocence, leave some lasting imprints so you understand the nature of your situation. You are mine, body and soul. Forever."