A Need to Suffer

Inside Out

Chapter Two

Inside Out

Sansa just watched Ramsay snivel to choke back strangled tears in an effort to suppress the fact he had started crying in front of her in the first place; as if he could take it back. It was rough on Ramsay with the myriad of swelling that made it hard for him to breathe already and made quite noticeable his attempts to quell the noises that couldn’t be stopped from escaping his throat. A hitched gasping of air hiccupped from his chest in jerked spasms from his attempts to suck the emotion he’d released back inside of himself.

The more he tried, the harder it was to regain control as the lack of control now only served to upset him further. It was humiliating, infuriating, and he seethed inwardly as a mounting rage built from his lack of ability to lash out at Sansa in response. He wanted to hurt her badly; he hated her more than he could remember hating anyone, and he was often filled with the quiet burning embers of derision for most everyone that he had any form of opposition with. But her, he held a special abhorrence for now. If only he could turn the tables on her for even thinking she could do this to him! She was so far beneath him, they all were.

If not for all the horrendous acts he’d done to her, her family, Theon, and countless others, seeing Ramsay hitching so dolefully might have given her a pang of guilt, but as it was, it just felt like justice partially served. He deserved to die for his atrocities, but he deserved to suffer even more.

She moved over to reclaim the rag she’d cleaned his face with earlier, her heels softly clicking on the stone floor as she made her way back to stand in front of him, “Look up,” she stated crisply.

His dark hair was wet with perspiration hanging limply where the tips curled lightly in a matted disarray from the way he’d struggled only minutes prior. He swallowed hard finally finding the will to contain himself as he lifted his head slowly to meet her gaze. His mouth was a jagged line of snarling teeth as his one good eye squinted hatefully at her. He would have cursed her, but echoes of the pain he’d just suffered stilled his tongue. He was furious, but he wasn’t that stupid.

Sansa reached up to wipe his face, and Ramsay recoiled violently rasping out through clenched teeth, “Don’t you touch me!” His face shook with barely contained fury.

Sansa regarded him silently for a long moment thinking on his reaction and the way he’d made her feel on so many occasions. She’d wished she could have been given the option to confront him without fear of reprisal as he did her now. Then again, he should fear angering her. He didn’t now, but he would she thought as she casually walked back around behind him to inspect the bruised flesh of his ass, her handiwork.

Ramsay had whipped his head back around to follow her; his breath quickened, and a small ripple of tremors raced up his spine as he watched her move closer to him. A low guttural noise rumbled out of him that spoke of frustration tinged with the tiniest hint of apprehension. His knees flexed anxiously in the limited amount of movement he was granted from being tied to the cross.

Sansa’s eyes moved up to look him in the eye lingering for a moment before returning to the flesh before her. His last words still rang in her ears, and it resonated her previous thoughts that she’d never been the one to touch either him or any man. She had assumed he’d robbed the want of that from her. She’d thought perhaps his sadistic lust to roam her body, grab and bruise her, would have killed her desires completely, but now that he was tied helpless in front of her, she realized that a new craving was sparking within her that she hadn’t anticipated.

Seeing Ramsay’s resolve now, Sansa knew that though a severe beating alone may leave him ragged and pained, crying for mercy even, she would never scar him like he had her. She had planned to strap him just to make him more compliant, but she also planned to fuck him as he’d raped her, and once she’d had her vengeance, she would let the soldiers that wished to have their way with him do so while she watched. Just as he’d made Theon watch as he took her virginity, Ramsay would take it, he would take them all for her benefit.