Ramsay Bolton is very good at flaying. When he attacks a village, he knows he will find more victems to flay within it. But he didn't think he'd find, locked in a tower, a little girl becoming a monster. As a victory over her mother, and her father...
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Flightless...
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.....yet beautiful
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"You may be the only one ever to thank me for flaying them."
"I may be."
"I do it to torture you;" he said. "I do it because I enjoy it."
"It may be so."
"You think me a liar?"
"I think you don't know yourself enough to know when you are telling a lie."
"So what do you think I might be doing it for?"
The floor was brown with the old blood of tortured victims, but he was flaying her face meticulously, warily, milk of the poppy always on call, wet towel to wipe the blood off her skin.
He wiped the flaying knife on the towel as she closed her eyes again, turning her face so he could see her greyscaled skin better.
