𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

CHAPTER XIII

"BY FIRE"
301 AFTER CONQUEST

꧁THE CONDEMED꧂

"You should run while you still can!"

He shouted in defiance and anger, struggling hard despite his already heavy bleeding, growling and gritting his teeth in pain as the rope wrapped around his arm, pinning him to the tree which he laid against as the bastard Hunter came back around, unfazed by his threats.

His shouts, though they were loud, were barely able to be overheard by the sickening sound of flesh being carved from bodies both living and dead. He seethed when he saw his friends, his closest friends whom he had fought side by side with, be cut to pieces for information that they would never reveal, ever.

"Benget Stark is coming for you!"

He shouted once more, but the Hunter seemed unfazed. It felt empty, the threat, by all means. How could he possibly know that? The man knew what he was compared to a Northern Lord, a Stark of Winterfell, no less. And yet despite that feeling of worthlessness by comparison in the face of something greater than him, the man still held hope, despite the odds clearly stacked against him and his friends.

"Stupid sons of bitches, all of you! You'll be lucky to crawl home and weep to your fucking whore moth—AAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!"

The pain was a stinging, blinding flash of red heat as the sharp point of a long nail was driven through his wrist hard, pounded again and again until it had him completely pinned to the soldier pine he leaned against in agony, caked in his own blood.

Huffing, fighting for breath and trying to regain some semblance of control, the Hunter simply crouched down to his level on the ground, sighing with a tone of disappointment as he raised a brow.

"By comparison to your little Wildling friends over there, I'd say you have it easy."

Looking over briefly, the screams of his friends howling into the night as skin was peeled and carved, the doomed man simply seethed and spit on the ground.

"Fuck you.."

"Last chance.."

He simply leaned forward and pressed a thumb hard under the nail, causing him to scream in pain, his feet kicking and thrashing on the ground until the Hunter finally stopped his assault.

"Lord Ramsay misses his wife, my friend."

He chuckled.

"And he so desperately wishes to meet his brother-in-law."

Through his stinging agony, through the knowing of his fate that his friends were currently suffering, with him to follow, something simply broke within his mind as his pants turned into wheezing chuckles and laughter, which only seemed to serve to make the Bastard's Hunter frown deeply, growing in anger and frustration.

"You..You people are so fucked."

"From where you lie nailed to a fucking tree, I'd say it is you that's fucked here, my friend."