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ramsayxme · 11 months ago

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

Chapter Four

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ramsayxme · 11 months ago

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / AO3 Link

TW: emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. period sex, knives, cutting, rape, forced oral sex, forced anal sex, manipulation, ramsay bolton things. ramsay goes a little feral in this chapter.

Chapter Four: A Losing Game

You weren’t sure how many days had passed, but you knew Ramsay had lied. He didn’t come see you the next day, or the day after that. You were served cold soup and bread three times a day, sometimes only twice. Servants came in to give you more firewood, which was the only comfort you had. You desperately needed a bath and you wouldn’t dare submerge yourself in the stale water from days ago. You were fighting the cold off enough as it was, you didn’t need any additional threats.

You started your menstrual cycle this morning and your sheets needed to be changed. You wrapped a blanket around yourself as you walked to the door, pounding on the large wooden slabs. “Please, can someone help me? I need my sheets changed.” You felt humiliated having to ask for this. You were met with nothing but silence on the other side of the door. Feeling defeated, you walked back to your bed and sat down on the soiled linens. You almost felt hurt that Ramsay hadn’t come to see you. Had he forgotten you? You didn’t want him to forget about you. It felt wrong to admit it, but you liked the idea of him thinking about coming back from a hunt to be with you.

Your mind drifted off, imagining Ramsay dismounting his horse in the stables with his brain swimming full of ideas of what to do to you. Your thoughts were interrupted by the door clamoring as it swung open and a very disheveled looking Ramsay stepped inside before slamming the door shut and locking it. He wore filthy leather, caked with mud and blood. There were scratch marks and chunks missing from his leather outer coat. His trousers were stained with blood and his hair was messy. His hands were dirty, his fingernails darkened. “Hellooo, my lady.” His voice was still pleasant, almost a sing-song tone.

“Ramsay! You’re back.” You realized you sounded almost excited. He walked over to you with arms stretched out. You stood up and quickly embraced him, he stunk of iron, dirt, and sweat. You flushed red in the face realizing that not only were you being so obvious with your lust for him, but knowing that he would now see your soiled sheets. His strong arms embraced you tightly as he sighed. “It’s nice to know someone missed me.” He whispered. He pulled back from the embrace. “Ah, I see your red flower has blossomed this month.” He nodded at the sheets. You felt your cheeks turned rosy.

“Yes, My Lord, I asked for new sheets but…” your voice trailed off. Ramsay led you to the bed by your hand. He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. “I have servants bringing you fresh sheets, fresh clothes, and fresh water for a warm bath. I had a feeling you were neglected while I was gone. Nobody will treat you as well as I do, dear girl.” He smiled as he began unlacing his filthy clothes. “I need a bath as well, perhaps we can share the bath after I’m through with you.” He didn’t look at you while he finished undressing. You suddenly felt your heart race in your throat. You felt very ashamed of your cycle and didn’t ever let anyone near you during it. The mere thought of Ramsay even seeing you bleed was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole for the rest of your life.

“But, My Lord, I can’t…” you searched for the words to say. “I can’t…” Ramsay chuckled as the last bits of his clothing fell to the floor and he set his knives on the table, except for one that he kept in his hand. “What, you think a little blood is going to scare me away? Have you forgotten what I do for fun?” He chuckled, walking confidently over to you. His body was pale and naked, and rather dirty. He sat down on the bed, and you pulled your knees to your side, attempting to shield yourself from him. You did not want to do this, not like this. Ramsay grinned at you, his dark hair was still somehow perfect even though it was messy.

He placed the knife on the bed and then his hands on your legs and brought them back towards him, opening them so he sat in between your legs. You pressed your clothing down between your legs, covering yourself. “My Lord, I’m embarrassed, I don’t want you to see me like this…” you couldn’t look at Ramsay. His head cocked to the side. “If I want to see you, I’ll see you. It’s not up to you, and it never will be.” He stated, yanking your dress up to reveal your naked lower half. The inside of your thighs were bloody and slick. Ramsay stared as he gently ran his index finger across the blood. You hid your face in your hands. This was nearly unbearable. You felt utterly humiliated. You had never envisioned this.

“Why are you hiding from me?” Ramsay whispered, his hand still tracing up and down your blood covered thighs. You muttered from inside your hands, “I don’t want this. Please. Not like this.” Ramsay leaned forward, kissing your hands on your face. “I do want this, though.” He forcefully grabbed your hips and yanked you down so you were lying flat on the bed. He pulled your legs on either side of him so he was kneeling in between your legs. “I’ll tie your hands behind your head if you can’t keep them down.” He threatened. You whimpered as you brought your hands to your sides. Ramsay tore your dress in half instead of pulling it over your head. His hands quickly found your body, harshly kneading your bare skin on your stomach and chest.

He picked up the knife and effortlessly nicked your collarbone with the sharp blade. It stung and you felt warm blood trickle down your chest. “See? I don’t mind blood.” Ramsay leaned down and licked the blood that had freshly poured from your wound. He licked it up to the cut, and sucked on the open skin. You whined in an argument as he brought the knife to your throat. “Ramsay, please stop, I-“ he interrupted you. “Do you want to argue? There’s a game I have called the losing game. We can play it if you like! The rules are simple…you argue with me, and I get what I want. I always win! It’s quite fun...”

He rested the blade on your neck. You didn’t answer him, swallowing your rebuttals. Ramsay went back to your wound and licked it once more before dragging his lips down your chest. He removed the knife from your neckline and dragged it down, the tip of the blade barely pressed against your skin. He dragged the blade to your belly button and then set the knife aside. Ramsay lifted and spread your thighs, fully exposing yourself to him. You felt your eyes fill with tears as he stared between your open legs. You truly had never felt more humiliated. You began to blink your tears down your cheeks.

Ramsay noticed your tears and stuck his bottom lip out. "Poor girl. You're quite shy, aren't you?" A cry escaped your lips as he quickly plunged two fingers into your bloody slit. You wanted to cover your face, but you definitely didn't want to be tied up like this. You gripped the bedding. You admit, you did enjoy the feeling of his fingers sinking into your extra sensitive core, but you were too distracted with the burning of your cheeks to pay much attention to the feeling. Ramsay slid his fingers in and out of you a few times before pulling them out and showing them to you.

They were slick with blood and perhaps a small amount of arousal, it was impossible to tell. He grinned wildly as he admired his fingers, his eyes wide as he wiggled them towards you. In an instant, the hand that was just inside you was tightened around your neck. You gasped as Ramsay quickly choked you. The blood from your neck wound mixed with his bloody fingers. Ramsay chuckled as he mortified you. He reached down with his other hand and plunged two fingers into you, watching you squirm and writhe under his chokehold.

"It feels good, doesn't it? You know, your humiliation just turns me on even more, my dear." He growled, his fingers curling inside you and instantly making your cheeks flush. Your tears kept rolling down your temples as you lie in the bed. Ramsay leaned forward and licked one of the tears, humming with pleasure. "I like tasting every bit of you." He whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled to the side, an attempt to avoid him. He pulled his fingers out of you and raised them to your face. "Every. Bit." He grinned wickedly as you watched him put the two fingers in his mouth. You winced, squeezing your eyes shut, your face bubbling with discomfort.

Ramsay was clearly loving this. He watched you squirm with a smile on his face. You trembled and began to cry harder as you watched him suck the blood from his fingers. He groaned with pleasure as you struggled underneath him. "You make such pretty sounds when you're miserable, do you know that?" He asked you as he plunged his fingers back inside you. You whined, your body was in combat between arousal and shame. There was something dark and possessive in his eyes as his stare burned through you.

He pulled his fingers out and immediately began rubbing his hand on his cock. His teeth were grinding tightly as his eyes widened, his beaming face telling you everything you needed to know. Ramsay was downright enthusiastic about getting to fuck you while your cunt was bloody. He lined up the head of his cock and placed it between your folds. Before he pushed his length inside you, he exhaled. "I am going to enjoy this."

Forcefully, his cock plunged into your soaking cunt. Not only were you slick with blood, but you were regrettably quite aroused. Your sore and swollen insides were being massaged by his cock and you couldn't deny that it felt amazing. You mewled as he began pumping in and out, his eyes glued to his cock. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw hung slack, something you hadn't seen before. Ramsay was enjoying himself so much that he was being swallowed by pleasure. His eyes shifted up to you, where he met your gaze. His facial expression did not change, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes desperate. He licked his lips softly. You felt your core heat up as a moan escaped his lips as they parted again.

You almost felt proud, knowing that your body was bringing Ramsay so much pleasure that he had let his guard down, allowing his tough exterior to almost melt away from the sensations. Your heart fluttered at the sight of a softened Ramsay. You wondered if perhaps you could be the woman to break him? Before you could indulge in any more thoughts, the familiar smirk broke across his face again. "I'm feeling selfish, love." He groaned. Your stomach quivered when he called you 'love'.

He pulled his cock out, leaving you empty. "Roll over for me." Ramsay commanded, his cock twitching and dripping. You didn't dare disobey, and you rolled to your stomach, feeling blood trickle out of your cunt. Ramsay growled at the sight of the bloody sheets, and just as you adjusted to being on your stomach you felt his cock between your ass cheeks. He grabbed both of your wrists and held them down by your hips as he forced his cock into your ass. You screamed, your body completely unprepared for this. The blood and arousal allowed him to shove inside you, his cock completely stretching your asshole.

You scream and fight, any attempt to get out from underneath him. "Ramsay!! Stop!" He just growls with affection in return, his cock beginning to pump in and out of your virgin asshole. From the groans and grunts coming from behind you, Ramsay is clearly enjoying this. He lets go of your wrists, one hand grabbing the knife next to you, the other hand snaking under your hips and sliding three fingers into your cunt. "Stop, My Lord, please..." You whine. "Say stop again, and you'll wish you hadn't." He groans, the knife pressing into your spine.

With your hands now free, you reach up by your head and grab onto the bedding. You bury your face in the blankets, allowing yourself to fully cry. He pulls his fingers from your cunt and he wipes the blood across your back. Ramsay tosses the knife on the floor as his hands move to work at your ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing. He bucks his hips hard, you feel like your entire backside might rip in half. You hear his breathing get jagged, and his strokes get quicker. One more deep plunge into your ass, and his cock starts leaking cum. He groans as he slowly fucks your hole through his orgasm.

He pulls out, leaving you aching and sore. You immediately roll back over in an attempt to shield yourself from any more penetration. Your lower core is throbbing and leaking. Ramsay is out of breath and covered in beads of sweat. His eyes are soft with orgasmic haze. His forehead dripping with sweat as his curls clung to his skin. He grins at you while your eyes fall to his waist. His cock is bloody, and blood trickles down his legs. He stands up and takes a deep breath. "Well, that was lovely, wasn't it?" He walks over to a pile of spare blankets that were placed in the room at some point during your sexual encounter and wraps one around his waist.

You notice his pale and toned chest glistening with sweat, but you are too broken to feel much about it at this point. Your asshole aches and your cunt continues to bleed. You're covered in blood from the nick on your collarbone and you feel washed up and abused. Apparently while Ramsay was savaging you, the servants had crept in and prepared fresh bath water for you and him. He walked over to the steaming tub, dropped the blanket, and climbed in. He sighed as he sunk into the hot water. "Are you waiting for something, love?" He uttered as he stared at you, still on the bed. "Come join me."

You slid off the bed and meekly sauntered to the bath, aware of the blood dripping on the floor from your naked body. Ramsay smiled as he held a hand out to help you climb into the tub. You stepped in and he helped you sit, placing you between his legs so you could lie back against his chest. You trembled as his arms wrapped around your waist under the water. The hands that were just abusing you were now caressing you as if you were a fragile prize to be won. He held you close and nuzzled into your neck as he pulled you back to rest on his body.

"You're very good to me." Ramsay whispered, peppering a kiss on your ear. You felt anger boil within you. "You're not good to me." You muttered. You felt his chest heave as he exhaled a chuckle. "I'm not? I believe I have saved your life multiple times. I bring you fresh linens. I feed you. I bathe you. I watch over you." his voice lowered as he spat the last words, "I pleasure you." You didn't have the strength to argue with him, you knew it wouldn't change his mind either way. You exhaled, allowing your body to slowly sink into Ramsay's chest. His hands were gently brushing across your body under the surface of the water, cleaning your skin from the blood. The water was quickly darkening from Ramsay's filthy body and yours.

It was alarming how safe you felt in Ramsay's embrace. You were too exhausted to question it, but you still knew it was unnerving. This is the man that hurt you, but yet he cradled you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the seven kingdoms. He was gently rising and falling with his breath as you rested on him, feeling his strong heartbeat pumping through his chest. "You know, love..." He started, his hand came out of the water to move your hair to the side so he could whisper to you. "Perhaps someday I'll marry you and you can give me an heir. Would you like that?" He cooed in your ear softly.

Without thinking, you nodded. Somehow, the idea of being Ramsay's bride settled your stomach. You feared him all the same, but knowing that you could belong to him made you feel... at ease. "Yes, My Lord. That would be wonderful." You were surprised at your own words. Ramsay squeezed you gently. "Good." He whispered, his lips lingering on your ear. Your brain swirled at the idea of him abusing you and then comforting you for the rest of your life, but somehow it seemed better than the alternative; being flayed alive. Perhaps you would grow to enjoy Ramsay's antics. Perhaps Ramsay would calm down once he fell in love and created a baby with you. You smiled at the thought, but deep down knew you were being foolish. Ramsay? Calm down? Never.

Chapter Five

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