Amnesia
'I can't believe you honestly don't remember me.' She sits back, looking thoughtful. 'Everything we've been through, everything we've done, then one little bump and you don't even recognize me! You fell in love with me. You told me you would do anything for me, and expect nothing in return. And when I told you that what I really wanted was just someone to abuse, you were happy to be that person. How can you not remember our first kiss? The first time we saw each other naked? How beautiful I was to you? Our first night together? The first time I hit you? The first time I denied you?'
Suddenly she brightens and sits up.
'I know what you need! You need me to jog your memory! Oh, now this has to work. And if it doesn't, well, it'll be fun trying.' She laughs again.
'First of all, you certainly don't need this. You've got nothing to hide from me.' She takes a pair of scissors from the dresser and cuts your dress off you [take off your dress]. 'Hmm, I think we'll start with some light whipping.' She picks up a wire from the dresser and folds it over in her palm. 'I think thirty will do, one for each day I've denied you. Well, thirty in each area, anyway.' [Whip yourself 30 times in each of the following areas: tummy, left thigh, right thigh, left breast, right breast. Make sure you get at least 5 right on the nipple, Chloe sure would!]