"What do you think he did to me?"
Littlefinger replies that he "underestimated" Ramsay.
"The other things he did, ladies aren't supposed to talk about those things," she says. "But I imagine brothel keepers talk about them all the time."
Diss, Sansa. Diss.
“I can still feel what he did in my body, standing here right now.”
There's a theory floating around, derived entirely from this line, speculating that Ramsay impregnated Sansa. People, ever heard of figurative language? Nuanced emotions? Leading Sansa down this path would open a Pandora's box of victimhood that Game of Thrones isn't ready to reckon with. More likely, Sansa's internalized her pain, and is completely motivated by sticking it to the men who've given her this emotional ulcer. Ramsay is clearly in her crosshairs. So is Littlefinger.
But Sansa's grappling with revenge and reclamation. Slaying the men who've crossed her isn't enough. She knows she was "awful" as a kid -- her words! -- and she wants to put the Stark legacy back together. To her, that won't happen until Rickon is saved, the Boltons are wiped off the face of the planet, and the Direwolf flag flies atop the Winterfell keep. Sansa isn't eying the Iron Throne. She doesn't share Arya's kill list. Her first home is an end destination. But what happens after she successfully leads her Northern allies into battle? The end.