"This isn't happening to you for a reason. Well, one reason. I enjoy it."
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Disobedient and independent, she was the first born of House Stark. The heir of the North.
Sadistic and uncaring, he was the b...
I let out a gasp as I stumbled upon the forest floor, failing to keep up with my balance, crashing with the ground. Clawing anxiously on the damp earthen floor, in hope of a leap forward, creating a greater distance to the ruthless hounds behind. In a matter of seconds, the savage hunters were upon me.
I closed my eyes, waiting for them to merciless tare open my back as I lay on the forest floor. A sharp whistle drilled through the air. The hounds obeying the whistle, backing off. My eyes caught by two pools of heavenly blue, smirking back at me.
"Look what the hounds brought today," he said, way too blissful. Still trying to put a name on his face. I glared at his back as he went back to his guards, saying something incoherent for my ear, who picks me up and slashes me over the back of a horse.
"I'm sorry for you, love," the guard says, before hitting me with the hilt of his sword. The last thing I hear before everything turned to a blur was the name, Ramsay.
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As my vision slowly comes back, I feel my body being hustled around softly. I the hand of a young person lifting my arm, soon followed by a cloth. I look for the owner of the hand and find my self looking into a thirteen-year-old girl's eyes, she was the one washing me.
"Stay still, miss," she said as I caught her eye. "Where am I- who are you?" I sputtered. The young girl ignored my question and continued cleaning me. I gazed around to take in my surroundings, I noticed my bare body, "Where are my clothes, little girl?" I hissed at her.
"I am so sorry, miss, but they got ripped." The young girl apologized. "I can contact the sempstress, but Lord Bolton-" She pauses as the door creaks open, and the blue orbs now staring at you.
"Didn't I tell you not to speak with her?" He sharply narrates to the girl. The young girl gazing at the floor, nodding. "Sorry m'lord, she-"
"Get out of my sight," he hissed at her. She bows and leaves the room. Leaving me, completely naked, to the blue-eyed man, who you recognized had stood over you. Still trying to put a name on his face, I remembered hearing the name, Ramsay, out in the forest before everything turned to a blur.
As I had been in my own thought, he had gotten closer and was now standing next to the bed. His eyes glancing at my body as a piece of meat. I feel my cheeks flaming red, as I cover my breasts from his piercing eyes. How dare he look at me like that? I thought to myself.
"Don't cover yourself, love," he orders, still piercing my skin with his heavenly blue eyes. I perched myself up against the headboard of the bed to feel a bit more covered. In a matter of seconds, he was standing behind me, breathing upon my neck, "You'll be a fun little toy- that is... Of course, until I get bored of you."
How dare he! Who is this man... I thought. I feel him grabbing my shoulders, pulling me against his front. "Don't touch me!" I shivered from his cold embrace. The blue-eyed man chuckled, "Oh, love. Soon enough you will be begging for my touch."
