WELL FLAYED [Game Of Thrones: The Boltons]

1. Woe To Mother

SCREAMS OF AGONY ECHOED through the halls, as Maester Aton poured concoction harsh to the wounds to eliminate the accumulated filth in Lady Nisha's lacerated flesh on the back. It cleansed away the pus and dried mud. He then wrapped her in bandages to stop the bleeding.

Afterwards, Maester Aton ordered all the servants who assisted him to move outside the chambers as he was about to do the procedure that would require to see their lady's further humiliation.

Maester Aton gently lifted up her skirt until it was resting just above her bottom. The assault of the wine bottle made her anus mangled as the abrasive texture of the glass scraped her insides and made her hole loosened. He prepared the needed needle and catgut, then began stitching.

As the needlepoint entered her flesh and then passed through with the catgut, it gave a new wave of torment that washed over her. The pain of the sutures being stitched in her rear end was like another torture she had to experience again; its searing, intense sensation had driven her to hysterics and brought tears to her eyes.

At the corner, stood Ramsay Snow. He was frowning and nibbling his thumb while he watched his wife get sewn back in one piece. Every scream from her made him scowl even further, as her broken cries had sharp claws that tightly seized his guts and twisted it into knots. Her screams held a certain curse on him, and he couldn't seem to stand it.

Ramsay stepped forward then gripped the shoulder of the Maester from behind. "Be careful." Ramsay said, but with his threatening glare, it was more of a warning.

The old maester shuddered beneath Ramsay's menacing touch; even though Maester Aton tried his best to be gentle, it seemed like it wasn't enough. However, he couldn't say anything about it in fear of Ramsay's unpredictable violence, and so he just nodded obediently.

After what felt like an eternity, Maester Aton finally informed his lady that he was finished and handed Nisha a bottle of milk of the poppy. "That should help with the healing process," Maester Aton said softly. Nisha murmured her gratitude, and when Ramsay permitted him to go, Maester Aton discreetly slipped away to the door.

Ramsay dragged a chair beside her bed then sat down. His thoughts were buried in silence as he stared down at Nisha. He watched her breathe with pained tiny gasps while she lied on her stomach, her head resting on the pillow that was being soaked by her rushing tears.

"I'll have two maidservants to attend to you at all times." He uttered, just as when the silence was starting to devour the whole room.

Nisha though, remained in the void of her own silence. She let her tears speak quietly for herself.

"This chamber will be yours again," Ramsay continued. "Like the times when you shared it with me."

He wanted a response from her, anything would do, just to know she was still with him. However, Nisha was still quiet.

"Alright..." Ramsay stood up. "I shall head to the dungeons to entertain myself with your prisoners then."

"NO." Nisha suddenly muttered. What he made her hear roused her ire. At that brief moment, she lifted herself up with her shaky elbows just so she could make him see her glare. She was weakened and beaten, yet with just a single utterance, she held such eminence and control. "Do NOT lay a finger on them. You don't have a say in this, because you're not the one who suffered. Justice should be mine."

"Justice...and not vengeance?"

"I am not like you."

Ramsay smiled then chuckled.

This made Nisha scowl. "What I said was not a jape; why do you laugh?"

Ramsay stood straight, his hands clasped on the back. "I finally get you to talk to me."