Penny Dreadful2014

[Madame Kali whips the naked Sir Hawkes, to do her bidding and kill the Cut-Wife]

Madame Kali:
[Madame Kali quietly whispers] Get on your knees. Do not be ashamed of your desires. There is no pleasure, no degradation, I do not savor. Bow your head. Lower.

Sir Geoffrey Hawkes:
Mmm.

Madame Kali:
[Madame Kali begins to whip] Stop it. I shall tell you when you can speak. Until then you will listen. Mute. Plaything. Toy. Slave. Beast. F***ing. Man. What would your vassals think, seeing you like this? Brought low and servile. Would they laugh? I think they would. So weak. Letting your cattle die, letting your estate die, while that old woman laughs at you. Can you hear her laughing? I can. Such a superstitious lot, your neighbors. Those thick tenants working your land with their hands in sh*t up to their elbows. But they can be led. And they can kneel, too. They were born to it.