Sandor Clegane x Reader

Do it

*WARNING! ATTEMPTED RAPE AND  VIOLENCE AGAINST YOU*

After everyone's gone Joffrey speaks.

"Stand." He orders.

I place a hand on the arm of his chair to help. He suddenly smacks my hand away.

"You're a grown woman, you can stand on your own."

I place my palms on the ground and stand. I steady myself. My head raised only enough to look at the demented king.

"Apologize." He orders.

"I'm sorry, your grace."

"For?"

He sits looking down the length of the table and not at me. As if he doesn't care.

"I'm sorry for disrespecting you at your dinner table, your grace."

"Hmmm." He gives a small chuckle.

"I don't know if I'm satisfied."

He turns to Sandor.

"What do you think dog? Has she done enough?"

Sandor turns to Joffery.

"I think she's done as your grace has asked." He responds.

I bite my lip. A nervous habit. Joffrey turns to me.

"I suppose she has."

I let out the deep breath I was holding.

"But that's not enough for me."

My words are caught in my throat. My eyes on Sandor. Help me damn it. No, he can't. If he helped me we'd both be dead.

"Hound." Joffrey waves his hand to him.

"I do not wish to do more than I need to. Hit her for me would you? Make it hard. I want her to know that she shan't disrespect her king."

I look at Sandor. He walks very close to me. I can't look at him.

"Do it," I whisper.

"What?"

"Just get it over with," I mumble.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want you to get in trouble. And if it's you I know I'll be okay. Anyone else would hurt me much more than you." I whisper.

"Well.. be on with it!" Joffrey exclaims in anticipation.

He sits leaning forward waiting. Sandor raises his hand.

"Wait," Joffrey says.

He waits. His hand in the air. I look at Joffrey.

"Not the face. She's too pretty for that, I'd never hear the end of it from mother."

He tilts his head.

"How about a good spanking for a mannerless child." He grins.

Oh god.

"With that."

He points to the sword sheathed around Sandors waist. Sandor huffs and looks at me. Tears pricking my eyes. I nod. I am gently shoved to bend against the table. Joffrey stands walking around the table for a better view. I hear the sword unsheathed.

"Remove that."

I feel his rough, large hand push my dress up and over my backside.

"What a pretty little ass," Joffrey says. "Don't you think, dog?"