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Staring blankly into the distance ahead, she barely listened to him talk. She couldn't bring herself to pay attention to the vile things Ramsay was spouting. He approached her on the bed, a smile on his pale thin face as he waited for her to react to his words. She barely realised he had stopped. Blinking rapidly, she desperately tried to remember what he had been talking about. Her heart pumped frantically inside her chest when she struggled.
"I...I-I" She stammered, her dry lips shaking as she spoke. Her eyes found his smile and her empty stomach rolled over at the sight. Ramsay Snow looked almost maliciously gleeful.
Within moments he was by her side, sitting next to her on the bed. She forced herself not to jump as he edged closer to her. Replusion filled her as his hands found her body. His touch was deceptively soft. Almost like a carress. Sansa watched as his rubbed up and down her arm. The sight of blood deep under his fingernails sickened her. His hand moved to the back of her neck as if he wanted to kiss her and instinctively, she stiffened. His fingers dug into her flesh.
As his lips crashed down on hers, she forced her eyes to close. With the sight of him pawing her body out of her mind, she could try and pretend it was someone else. Anybody else. The man she longed for, perhaps. The sight of him quickly filled her tormented mind and within moments, it was not Ramsay touching her so intimately. It was him. Sandor. Despite herself, Sansa fought the desire to smile as she remembered their encounters. Oh how bittersweet they now seemed. Fingertips brushed against her thighs as wandering hands began to seek their goal and with Sandor on her mind, she felt no desire to stop him. Her legs trembled under the cold touch. The illusion soon shattered as Ramsay's hands painfully tugged on her long, bright hair. Her eyes quickly filled with tears and she opened her eyes to the scene before her.
"Having a nice daydream, wifey?" His voice was calm. Deceptively so. It instantly put Sansa on edge. It reminded her of an angry animal ready to attack, biding it's time for the right moment to strike. Swallowing rapidly, she shook her head, forgetting about her hair tangled in his fist. A high pitched squeal escaped her as she felt her roots being pulled. Ramsay's eyes lit up with delight.
Delight that would carry on for hours more....