STOCKHOLM SYNDROME // Ramsay Bolton

iv. whores don't cry

I slowly opened my eyes, gazing directly into the ceiling. He really had his way with me, how can I ever live with myself or the fact that my family would soon know everything. I caressed my own wrists, aware of the stinging from yesterdays torture. My whole body was aching - the pain was almost unbearable. By the thought of yesterday, I clenched my thighs together - feeling a rather wet mess between my legs and the sheets. Shortly after I lifted myself to look at my lower body. I got the sight of something rather red and there were loads of it. The sight of the blood got me getting dizzy, shutting my eyes whilst falling back into the bed - caused me to hammer my head against the headboard.

The brute was the first thing I opened my eyes to; his brown mess of hair, his blue orbs, his strong jawline, and his bare trained chest. Why wasn't he wearing a shirt - how long had he been here? He moved closer to my bed, now that he had seen I was awake. "Goodmorning sillyhead," he chuckled. "You have really made a mess out of yourself, huh?" I noticed I was laying completely naked and lifted my hands to cover myself, to realize he had tied my hands to the headboard. He grinned at my reaction. "Oh, sweet child, haven't you learned anything about me yet?" I scoffed at him.

"Ca-a-n I ge-et a-a bla-ank-et?" I stammered from the cold air, already in the room. He immediately turned around and out the door. Was he just gonna let me lay here? Just as I had made my mind with him not coming back, he came back through the door, with a cloth in his hand. I could feel his gaze on my skin - I could feel the burn on my skin from his gaze. "You have such young breasts, so firm." He said without the sight of a smile. I cringed at the thought of him staring at my breasts.

I shook my body from the cold air entering the room, making a hint for him to give me the blanket, he now held in his hands. "Mmm." He handed me the blanket. He did actually care about me not freezing, but not about giving me any food. Would I ever get any food, or would he just let me starve? I looked up at him the moment he had placed the blanket over my naked body. "Lord," I whispered. He quickly looked me in the eyes, with a huge grin on his face. That sadistic fuck really liked being in charge. I could feel myself cringing at his huge grin. "Can I get something to eat?" I slowly asked whilst looking him in the eyes.

"Do you really think you have earned the right to eat, darling?" he asked. Earned the right to eat? How dare he? I looked at him in utter shock. "Oh, right. You did get fucked yesterday, maybe you have at least earned some bread," he grinned. "And, how is the pain today? Unbearable, I hope so." He laughed as he walked out of the room, closing the creaking door after him. I clenched my thighs at his words. This man needs to be stopped, I can't bear this anymore. As I clenched my thighs I could feel a wet mess between them, again raising myself to look - I could see the sheets had been changed, but I had made a new pool, just without blood this time. How did he have such an impact on me, he was literally torturing me. I had to pull myself together.

I was woken up by the heavy door's creaking. I could sense a torch in the mildly dark room. "Hello miss, are you awake?" I could hear the young girl, as she came closer. "I have got some food for you." I set myself up on the bed, waiting for the young girl to reach my bed. As she reached the bed, she placed the plate upon my lap and left again. As I started to eat, I could hear heavier footsteps reach me. In the little moonlight that could enter the room, I could recognize the face of the brute. "Hello, darling." He smiled at me.

I ignored him and kept eating the food in front of me. He sat down on the side of the bed, turning himself to me. "Where are your manners, whore." He now seemed way more aggressive, than when he had entered the chamber. "I am your lord, and you should act like it." He gritted through his teeth. I looked up at him, "I haven't eaten in days." I could feel tears building up and starting to stream down my cheeks. He slapped me across the cheek. "Whores don't cry, remember?" he mocked me. I tried to reach my stinging cheek with my hand but were sat to a halt by the ropes around my wrists.