Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Westeros' most wanted - Part 5 - Ramsay x Reader

Business had taken longer than Ramsay had expected. The whole night dragging, as his mind was filled with thoughts of (Y/n). He could still taste her on his lips. Could still feel her skin under his fingertips. And it was taking every ounce of the little self-control he had left, not to return to his small room, rip her clothes off and make her his, there and then.

He had been that distracted, that he had nearly missed something that could have landed him back in prison sooner than he had ever intended. Someone he trusted had become an informant for the cops. This new information, explaining why the gang had nearly been caught on a number of occasions, and why the cops had been one step ahead, despite the Kings Landing police all being clueless idiots. And if they had informed on him before, had they informed on him now? Were the cops on their way to the hideout at this very moment? If they were, he could lose (Y/n) forever. If they found him this time, he would be locked in the deepest darkest hell hole that Tywin Lannister could find, never to see the light of day again. Ramsay knowing well what a vindictive man the old lion was. And when it came to family, even though most of the time Tywin showed no care for his other children. Something like this can make a man do strange things. After all, he had kidnapped his daughter at gun point. Dragged her to a cat house in the middle of nowhere. To be surrounded by the kind of people, that would take great delight in killing her, before sending her back in bits to her father. If that didn't make Tywin Lannister want revenge, then nothing would.

Despite the feelings that (Y/n) seemed to have for him, Ramsay knew that if he was caught, Tywin would never let her see him again. And that would be a worse hell than anything that the other Lannisters or the local cops, could come up with. Life in the darkest cell would be easy, compared to losing her.

It was at that moment he came up with a plan, it was crazy, insane; it would never work, and surly (Y/n) would never agree. He had only known her a matter of days, not long enough for the scheme that was formulating in his brain to be taken seriously. But given what had happened earlier, he had to talk to her. To tell her what he thought.

Suddenly the doors flew open, as Skinner rushed in. The look on the bastard boy's face striking a strange fear into Ramsay's heart.

"Boss ya better come quick.... fuck.... ya ain't gonna like this. Lizzie's attacking the Lannister girl with a knife."

Before Skinner had time to finish, Ramsay was on his feet running through the house. He could hear the screams of the two women as he got closer. Two screams at least meaning that (Y/n) was still alive. As he got to the long hallway the screams ended, the deafening sound replaced by a gut wrenching bloody gurgle. Ramsay stopped; he knew that sound all too well. It was the sound of the last breaths of life leaving a body. It was the same sound he heard whenever he killed. The same sound that was normally like music to his ears. But this time made him want to be sick.

This noise, this noise broke him. He could feel his heart pound in his chest so violently that he thought it would break through his rib cage at any moment. Without warning, his leg fell weak, and he dropped to the floor. His hand on his chest desperately holding his heart in place.

He could feel his own scream build in the pit of his stomach, the pain that wracked his body was overwhelming. He had only just found (Y/n), yet he had already lost her. How could he have lost her? He was positive that he had locked the door; surly he was the only one that had the key? But no, Lizzie was a devious woman. She was the one that had just discovered was the informant. She was the one that had betrayed him, and now she had taken (Y/n) from him.

Ramsay struggled to his feet, gripping onto the wall for support, he was going to kill Lizzie in the slowest most painful way possible. He was going to make her suffer, suffer as much as he was doing at this very moment. And if Baelish dare complain about losing one of his best whores, Ramsay would kill him, too.