Not Just You

XI- Blood

Ramsay stepped back from the man but kept me in his arms. He smeared his blood covered hands on my dress and I held back on throwing up. I saw the man flayed in front of us. His blood pooled on the floor and the blade Ramsay had dropped in it.

Ramsay turned me around and smiled pressing out foreheads together, his smile was not a kind one. Ramsay lifted me up in the air, "I like seeing you covered in blood..."

I gulped as Ramsay put me back down and he glanced to the man's body. I looked around, what does this beast want now?

"I could have you, right here. In front of a man we- you killed." Ramsay spoke lowly and darkly.

I looked to the ground, I didn't want to kill that man, Ramsay made me do it. And he wanted to do what in front of his body?? Of course I knew what he ment but that idea was....terrifying.

Ramsay chuckled, "I think I've done enough...here." Ramsay thre me over his shoulder.

I sighed and let my arms dangle as Ramsay walked to our chambers, this phyco waasnt going to give me a break was he? "Ramsay...." I said quietly.

"Speak up! Gracelynn." Ramsay hissed. "I do not like it when you're always whispering to me!"

I let out a breath, "Myranda said you're going to kill me, when you get bored of me...." I spoke louder hoping he would be pleased with this.

Ramsay growled quietly, "I don't like it when girls play these jealous little games Gracelynn....We'll deal with her tomorrow." Ramsay said darkly.

Ramsay opened our chamber doors and tossed me on to the bed. Ramsay then began to remove his shirt. With his chest exposed Ramsay took a kinfe from the table in our chambers and walked towards me on the bed.

"Lets see how blood thirsty you are." Ramsay handed me the kinfe to which I reluctantly took.

Ramsay laid down on the bed and I turned to face him. I looked down at the kinfe, "What do you wish for me so do?" I asked.

Ramsay grinned evily, "Do whatever you want with that kinfe," Ramsay purred as he took my hand with the kinfe and lightly forced me to trace it on his chest.

He wanted me to cut him? I wanted to for awhile but now I'm given the chance.... No. I cannot be falling for this monster. I didn't enjoy other's pain, but maybe Ramsay's?

I replied to his actions by pressing down lightly with the tip of the knife, Ramsay realeased my hand and bit his lip. Did he enjoy this...?

I dragged the knife down a shirt distance, I began to carve the letter 'G'. Ramsay would be infuriated after he saw the results of my cuts, I wanted to leave a scar. I smiled lighty, every time I pressed down harder, or began to drag the knife I heard Ramsay groan or make a sharp noise of pain. When I was finished I placed the knife don't on his chest. I had carved two words on his chest 'Gracelynn's Property'. I smiled to myself as Ramsay began to sit up.

"Why are you smiling? You havent began a taste for blood have you...?"Ramsay looked at me with narrowed eyes. He stood and looked into the mirror, he stood for a moment looking into it. The words were backwards in the mirror but he seemed to be able to read them anyway, even through the blood that slowly dripped down from them.

Ramasay had an angered face and turned towards me. "Why you-" Ramsay stopped as yelling could be heard from the toehr side of the door. Lots of yelling. Ramsay looked at me and then back at the door before running out of the chambers.

I was confused, the yelling was loud and it sounded lile...gaurds? I stood and looked out the door that Ramsay left open. Men were running around the halls with swords, bows, and armor. As I man looked up at me from the other side of the hallway, he was leading a small group of four men- including himself. He began to walk towards me with a creepy smile. I began to back up and I reached for the door handle.

I slammed the door shut and locked it. They started hanging on the door with a lot of force. Knowing the door would only buy me some time I looked through the chambers for a hiding spot. The only place I could think of was underneath the bed. I did my best to quickly inch my way under the bed but before I could get my legs under I heard the door being smashed open.

I let out a scream of fear as I felt my ankles being tugged as the men dragged me out from under my bed.

They were yelling but I couldn't make out what they were saying over the yelling and battle noises outside and in the halls. The men each grabbed my arms and legs as one began to mess with the buckles on his pants.

"Help!" I struggled and screamed.

The sound of dogs barking and more men yelling seemed to distract the group of man surrounding me. The men dropped me on the ground and I hit my head on the hard, cold floor.

The pain in my head stung and my head began to pound. The men ran out of the door before I closed my eyes and everything went black.