Season 3 "spoilers" regarding Theon and Ramsay. WARNING: Disturbing Images and Rape - JUST OVERALL NOT PLEASANT SO READER'S DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED
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After finding out that one of his bed warmers shared an intimate relationship with Theon Greyjoy before his capture, Ramsay uses her to further inflict his prisoner's torture. (Theon's POV) [REQUESTED]
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I woke up with a jolt, banging my head back against the cross I was tied to. Panic immediately flooded me: my eyes blinked rapidly as they looked around to regain a sense of where I was, my breathing became erratic, and my hands pulled at the leather binds that held them suspended over my head, irritating the already bloodied flesh on my wrists.
A hand clamped over my mouth, forcing me to breathe with less audible and muffled noises.
"Sssshhhhhhh." The owner of the hand soothed, quickly calming my breathing down. My eyes, however, remained wide open as I registered her presence. I couldn't help but frantically look around her after she dropped her hand from my mouth for any sign of him. "He's not here." She assured me, bringing my wandering eyes back to her's. "It's just me." With that she brought the ivory mug she held in her other hand up to my lips. "Drink." I immediately leaned forward to touch my lips against the rim of the mug, wetting my lips with the water that it held. The initial burn that the liquid coming into contact with the cuts and peeling flesh on my lips made was quickly overcome when the water finally entered my mouth. I choked down the fluid, finding it incredibly soothing down my parched throat. "Slower." She tilted the mug back when the water began dribbling down my chin and down my front in bigger amounts than what was going into my mouth.
"You need to leave." I told her with my head held low after I had finished drinking. My own voice sounding so foreign to me.
"I know."
"No." I looked up at her. "You need to leave Winterfell."
"We're not in Winterfell, Theon." She shook her head. "We're at the Dreadfort."
"Go back to Winterfell." I changed my words. She closed and opened her mouth as she searched for a response. Then after briefly keeping her lips sealed for a few moments, she spoke.
"That was exactly what I was going to do." She admitted to. "But then I found out he was keeping you here as well." Her eyes bore into mine. "I can't leave you like this."
The next time time I woke up, it was to a lord horn.
"Sorry!" His voice came first before I recognized his image through my blurry vision. "Were you sleeping?" The concern shone brightly in his crystal blue eyes. "Do you want some water?" He reached for the mug sitting on the table next to him. "I wish I had some for you." He proceeded to slowly pour the contents on the floor in front of him, frowning when he saw me watching him through my half-opened eyes without a single twitch in my composure. Jumping up from the chair he was sitting in beside the table, he took large strides until he was standing before me.
