The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Dragon Secrets

"Oh Lord, oh Lord. See our ship to shore. See my belly fat and my bed covered in whores."

Natari awoke to the sound of a man singing. Her entire body cried out in pain as she tried to move into a more comfortable position. It was no use though. Her hands were chained above her head and she legs cuffed against the floor. Next to her sat another woman, younger than her and covered in blood.

"My baby," she cried.

"Where are we? What is going on?" Natari begged her.

"My baby, my innocent baby," she continued to mumble.

"Where on a boat child. Destined for the free lands to be sold as slaves," another answered.

Natari looked ahead at the man, he too was badly beaten and chained up.

"No, we can't... I... I..." she began to stutter as she suddenly thought of Arya and Sansa.

"I... I... I'm afraid you are girly. A pretty thing like you will most likely we sent to the whore house," the man laughed before coughing up blood and spitting it to the floor.

Natari closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind of the craziness. The sound of the woman's crying next to her was too much though.

"Shut up, just shut up" she yelled at the woman.

This caught one of the guards attention and he quickly came over and hit Natari over the head. With one hard blow, she was knocked back out cold again.

When Natari woke up, she was no longer chained up inside the boat. She was now being carted through some unknown streets in a steel cage.

"How much for the girl?" A man asked her captives when they finally stopped.

Natari had no idea who any of them were. Quietly she listened to them bargain a deal for her life. Once the sale was completed, her captive released her from the cage and pushed towards her new owner.

"She's a pretty one. Should have got a fuck in beforehand," the seller laughed.

"Well for a dragon you can tonight," the buyer smiled back as he grabbed hold of her arm tightly and pulled her inside.

The building they entered reminded Natari of the whore house she had ran to when looking for Jory. Suddenly the image of the angry and drunk Sandor came to her mind, the way he had noticed her straight away and walked her back the castle. She would not find that sort of kindness here. This whore house was different, the world was different now. Dirtier,  darker and cheaper than whore houses in Kings Landing. The bar area was filled with men sat back in chairs as women in chains pleasured them in whatever way they wanted. The smell of sex, sweat and wine was overpowering and made her eyes sting as her new owner dragged her into a back room.

"You will call me Master. I own you now girl, and if you try to escape I'll cut your fucking tits off!" The fat sweaty man, in his thin silks and large gold chains, spat as he sat behind a desk.

"Now girl. Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Natari was completely terrified. All she wanted was to die. The gods did not grant her wish though.

"Do as I say, girl!" The master roared and threw a dart towards her.

Natari quickly began to take off her clothes. As tears ran down her face, the master finally rose from his seat and began to inspect her.

"Lice?"

"No master," she cried.

"Are you a maiden, girl?" He ask as he grabbed her boobs and moved them around, flicking her nipples with his little finger.

"No master".

"You worked before?"

"No Master".

"Right, on the bed. Let's see what you're worth," he chuckled.

An hour later Natari was thrown into another small room. She was crying more heavily now as she fell to the ground and brought her legs up close to her chest.

"I will not survive this," she cried to herself.

Later on that night an older woman barged into her room with a bucket of water. Without ushering a word she grabbed Natari and began to wash her body with the freezing cold water. She did not fright her, there was little point. Once she was clean, the woman forced her into a thin clear piece of silk, the dress exposed her breasts and had a long cut in the front, just between her legs.

"Come!" The woman ordered in a thick accent.

Natari was forced to work that night, seeing to three different men who were mean and rough. Finally, as the sun began to rise the distant sky, the whore house became less busy and Natari was lead back to her room. Over the next three weeks, Natari spent her days and nights working. Most of the men where cruel and rough, beating and hurting her for their amusement, only an odd one would show compassion or kindness. 

After what felt like a lifetime, her master ordered her to go to the market. The whore house was quiet of men and they had run out of pink wine. Natari quickly agreed to her master's command and walked barefoot through the dirty streets. If she thought the whore house was scary, it had nothing upon what she found in the streets. Hundreds of men, women and children walked naked, except for chains, and expensively dressed owners whipped and beat them. There were homeless and starving people all over the market and the smells made Natari feel sick.

"Does a girl even know where she is?" A strange voice suddenly asked as she looked around the market for the wine merchants.

"Huh? Who are you? Leave me alone!" Natari hissed as the strange hooded man came before her.

"A girl has been wishing for death for many moons now," he smiled.

"If you are going to kill me, get on with it. I have not the want nor will to fight back anymore," she sighed

"A girl has given up so easily."

"Fuck you. You have no idea who I am, what I have been through. Leave me be!" she spat and went to walk away before the strange man grabbed her arm.

"A girl keeps secrets. Dragon secrets," he whispered into her ear as he pulled her closer towards her.

"Who are you?" Natari whispered in shock.

"I am no one".