Sandor Clegane X Reader : The Other Lannister Daughter

Captured

When (y/n) regained consciousness, she couldn't see a inch in front of her but she could hear water dripping and flowing close to her; her throat crying out, parched and strained. She inched closer to the source of the sound and slightly gasped as she brushed against the stone wall. Feeling her way,pressing her body against the wall, she found streams of water that cascaded  down the rock, tilted her head back and lapped up as much as she could. The water fell over her body, quickly bringing (y/n) to the realization that she was bare, her garments had been stripped. Pulling her hands down to cover herself, she realized quite fast that her actions where in vain as the chains binding her allowed no such movements. 
       ' How the fuck did I let this happen,' she thought to herself.  Here she was, the favorite daughter, the bastard child of Lord Tywin Lannister whomst  he had personally left in charge of Casterly Rock and where was she? Captured, hands bound, blindfolded and completely exposed, fear finally reared its ugly head as the thoughts finally sunk in. Tears started to form in her eyes but she angrily blinked them back. ' I need to find a way to get out of here,' she thought, gently pulling at her binds,' if I can find something to sli..'
   Just then she heard footsteps descending, coming towards her. Fear sat like a rock in her throat and she found it hard to breath. Two sets of feet rounded a corner and entered the room, the floor reflecting the light allowing some sight for her. The shoes in front of her stood close together as she heard whispers.  Suddenly one of them drew near, (y/n) squirming backwards as they drew closer. A hand made contact with her skin, a sharp contrast. Rough against soft, cold again hot. She gasped lightly, the feeling of the touch quite unexpected. A laugh, coarse and deep rumbled from close by, to close. She grabbed ahold of her bindings and attempted to kick at the sounds origin but her foot made no contact, as she put her leg back down however a dull pain started to form as a knife grazed across her left thigh. "Have you heard of flaying, love?" A voice matching the laugh, said next to her making her jump. Again the blade sliced against her thigh, the sensitive skin flinching as the blade drew again and again. "Don't flay her whole body, I've got other methods I wanna use." Came a nasally voice from the other end of the room........ Days and months passed in much this way, every day she was subjected to more severe and degrading tortures. She was branded, her whole thigh flayed, burned and lashed, but even as bad as it got, she bit her tongue (literally and figuratively). She never uttered a word nor whimper, not wanting to give them the satisfaction. The hardest point however was when they had broken both of her legs, leaving them at bent hard angles.

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       In Kings Landing, Lord Tywin Lannister was in a constant game of tug-a-war, his twins, the King and Robert Barathians rebellion all pulling his attention in different directions. For the first time in months, he could spare a moment to himself and he desperately needed it. His desk had become mountain of scrolls and it could take months to go through. Sitting down with a sigh, he began to sift through them looking for one with his daughters seal, after pushing the remaining scrolls off the desk he sat with two scrolls in front of him. One was one from his brother, the other from his youngest son Tyrion. With a moment or two of hesitation, he grabbed his brothers, hating him least of the two. Tearing it open  and scanning through, his mouth fell agape, quickly grabbing Tyrions letter and feeling dread quickly overtake him. Both letters reported that (y/n) had been gone missing from the streets of Lannisport and after searching for days had turned up nothing. Horror turned to terror as he realized the scrolls had been sent two months ago. Quickly gathering his own scrolls, quill, ink, wax and seal and began to write pleas to his bannermen to help in the search of his daughter. His favorite child, so different from the fair haired children his wife had birthed. He feared the worst and hoped for the best. After three excruciating days, ravens started pouring in, each house accepting the call to arms.