Girl In The Blizzard | Jon Snow

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"Tighter." 

I screamed as the hot rope buried deeper into my wrists, my body was dangling in the air, arms above my head, tied up. 

"I want to see the rope get lost in her skin." 

My jaw clenched as tight as possible when the rope numbed my hands, burning beneath my skin. Sweat pooled my naked body as well as lost tears. 

"STOP!" I screeched from the top of my lungs only for the pressure in my wrists to tighten, I wanted to rip them off. The sound of metal clinking, then burning erupted the small room and i knew what was coming. 

"Twenty six times." He tuttered, making my gut turn. 

I took in as much air that my lungs could handle before holding my breath, squeezing my eyelids shut. The room fell silent to hear my scream, the man stomped over and stopped near my face whispering,

"You have no home." The boiling wire sunk into my ribs forcefully as I screamed with all the power I had left. 

My eyes shot open, sweat abandoned my face and my chest was thumping up and down vigorously. My feet were numb and covered in snow, it was then that I realized I was standing in snow, soft flakes stroked my face. I was surrounded by a tall wall that circled around the area, two strong door gates in front of me. It was still dark, the stars shone bright reflecting off two shields near the gate. I was in the middle of the main courtyard. I hissed as the skin above my ribs stung, the skin felt hot through my dress so I examined it pulling my dress up. My most recent burn was outlined in red, looking like burnt meat. I heard sloppy steps in the snow behind me, I turned around quickly to be met with a chubby man and a topless girl hooked to his arm. 

"Lift that dress of yours up again." He harshly spoke, wiping wet liquid from his beard making me take a step back. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. He stumbled slightly before squinting his eyes at me, "I'm gonn'a fuck you dry."

He sniffed, walking towards me the girl not focusing on anything. I moved quickly trying to walk past him, his arm reached out to mine pulling me into him, he smelt like he hadn't bathed for a week and his clothes were moist. I pushed at his chest hoping to create distance between us, but I was too cold and weak. I gained all the strength I had and punched his stomach, his hands moved too quickly and he punched my mouth with a thud with so much force I fell to the ground sinking slightly into the snow. I stayed down not touching my mouth, instead I clawed a fist full of snow and turned onto my back throwing the snow directly in his face. 

"Shouldn't have done that." He raged wiping the snow off his face, I wish I could see his face, it was hidden in the darkness. His big hands wrapped around the material of my dress, lifting me up into the air and throwing me over his shoulder clinging on to my burn. My face was buried into his thick coat as he started to walk, I tried to look up but my body felt like more heavier and I felt more weaker. All of the sudden the man stopped walking and I felt him tense.

"My king." His voice deep and more controlled now.

"Put her down." I fought the urge to smile as I heard Jon speak. The man's hold on my ribs released and he let me go, my body too weak to stand so I fell into the snow. 

"What happened to your lip?" He looked confused and considered. I didn't have to say anything before his face fell into realization and he turned around facing the man who was still unsure with who I was. 

"She wasn't listenin-" 

Jon cut him off with his fist colliding with the man's face sending him straight to the ground with one punch. The unknown girl inhaled sharply before running off, disappearing into the distance. Holding his face, the man stayed down and ignored eye contact with Jon who was huffing, making sure the man stayed down. I placed my hands on the ground trying to push my weight up, my body failed collapsing back into the ground. Jon's head snapped towards me, walking over carefully. Once again I was carried, but not forcefully. His hands were soft around my waste and legs and soon we were back in his room. The door looked as if someone had ripped it open, I sunk into the blankets of the bed and watched Jon as he shut, as well as locking the door. Something below my face caught my eye, the neck of my dress was covered in blood from my lip. It was then when I felt a stinging pain through my bottom lip, my fingers brushed against it and it was swollen. 

"You fought back." Jon was holding a bowl of water and a cloth soaked in it, "That was very brave." He held my chin but I pushed his hand away. 

"An animal could fight back." I sniffed, he put his hand back on my chin and tried to wipe the blood off. I smacked his hand again and he threw the cloth at me, I grabbed it just as fast and threw it back at him. He sighed before walking back, placing the bowl on a table as well as the cloth. 

"Sleep. You need to rest for tomorrow." He was back in bed. 

"Tomorrow?" I asked after seconds of silence, I slid back in bed as far away from Jon as possible. I heard a silent sigh, he pulled me into his chest tight once again. I wasn't tired. I couldn't sleep, every time I close my eyes I saw my dream, and I knew I wasn't going to sleep.