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Theon knelt on the floor. He dared not gaze at his master, who was towering before him. Ramsay's shadow was casted upon him, covering him whole. He felt a sharp pain in his guts, as if a knife has been thrusted into him.
''Pl...please...''he squeaked, giving one last desperate try, but what's the point? He knew he would be tortured, cut, and flayed alive, from the moment his master saw what he did, holding his expensive fur coat that ought to be cleaned weeks ago. Tears started to swarm in his eyes, and later they slid down his cheeks silently. 'So，this is how it ends for you, Theon Greyjoy', he thought to himself. As the dreadful silence went on and on, he began to tremble uncontrollably (since it's winter already).
'Remove those rags.' commanded his master. Theon hesitated, but wasn't courageous enough to disobey him. Pale skin covered in countless wounds was completely revealed to Ramsay. A wicked, twisted smirk made its way to his face. Theon shivered as the cold air of the night kissed his skin, not that his dirty shirt made much difference. He knew the punishment has begun.
But Ramsay suddenly changed his mind. 'Hmmm, no.' said he, 'That' ll be too comfortable for you.' Theon couldn't help but to take a glimps at him in fear, and he watched as his master took out a piece of rope and tied both his hands. 'M...master......' Ramsay gently walked back to his front, causing Theon to shiver even harder due to his great fear for him. Then his master knelt down observing his plaything with a broad, terrible smile like a lion hungry for a prey. Theon lowered his head further, wishing he could just end his life quickly.
Then suddenly he grasped Theon's messy yet blonde, curly hair, forcing him to look up at his master. Theon gasped in shock. His back arched as though it had been electrified; His lips trembled uncontrollably as he tried to breathe as gently as he could. He looked up desperately to avoid any eye contact. He was almost certain he was going to cry again. Ramsay leaned forward and started licking off the tears rolling down Theon's cheek, rolling his warm tongue up and down. It soon reached his sensitive eyelids, tasted his eyebrows with satisfaction, and slid back down again.
'Let's play a little game, Reek.' his master whispered into his ear. He placed his hand on his chest. His body was smooth and unexpectedly warm, despite its unhealed wounds were still fresh and obvious. Theon squirmed, but he was soon punished for such a disobedient behavior, for the hand silently slid to one of his n*****s. Oh how delighted Ramsay was, for he could tell his pet was already driven mad from the drops of sweat dripping from the tip of his hair.
'Take a guess, what am I about to do to you now?'
‘Pl…please…M…master……I…I don’t know……Aaaah…’
And his fingers tightened around it.
‘You don’t know? Are you sure about that? O you must know, don’t you?’
Ramsay whispered teasingly. His fingers tightened further, and this time slightly rubbing the hard core.
Theon moaned uncontrollably. He thought he could see a mere image of Ramsay’s frightening smile through the tears in his eyes. He doesn’t know for how much longer can he endure such merciless playing. His body was already oversensitive due to his heat period, and with his entire upper body exposed to an alpha, it was clear that ANYTHING could be done to him. But still, he bit his lower lips, forcing himself to stop, for any act may enrage him.
Ramsay was getting rather impatient over Theon’s silence. He was too eager to wait. All he could think of was to punish him, to ravish him, and to mark him as his very own. So eager for his sweet moans, he squeezed with his sharp fingernails.
‘Aaaaaah--!’ Theon screamed out loud, and once again squirmed and struggled. But that only seemed to arouse Ramsay further, so he let go of his hair, and slid to the other n*****.
‘PL…please…I’m sorry…Aaaaaaaaah…aah…no…please stop…please…’
He shook his head again and agin, hoping Ramsay would spare him.
‘Stop? But you’re having so much fun right now, aren’t you?’ He chuckled as he took out a black leather eye mask.
‘Well, I’m thinking you might never get the answer correctly……’
He slid his left hand all the way up again, fondling Theon’s chest, collarbone, neck, and finally his cheek. He pulled his hair again, but this time slightly gentler.
‘……so why don’t I just tell you the answer?’
He smiled while looking down at his prey. How wonderful it felt to control him, to manipulate him, and watch as he was slowly driven mad by each and every one of his small move……
Theon already knew what he was doing. He couldn’t resist the craving to struggle, and to defend himself, so without a second thought he dodged his attack, and rolled over to the ground.
‘P…please, s…stop…don’t……I’ll…I’ll do anything…’
He begged as he squirmed and crawled away from his fearsome master, with tears already rolling down his wound-covered cheeks.
‘Just…just tell me what you want……please…I’ll give you all of them, anything you…you want…castles, strongholds…and…and—NOOOO!’
Ramsay leaped and crushed onto him, clutching his wrists and pressing him tightly on the ground. Even now Theon didn’t stop to struggle, although he couldn’t control the urge to cry anymore. ‘Please, please…’ He mummerd continuously until Ramsay couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
Ramsay, however, was completely enraged, for not for even once had he thought that his obedient little pet would disobey an order. His great pleasure was robbed away from him all of a sudden, and now he wants it back.
‘So you asked me what I wanted, didn’t you?’
Theon whimpered and struggled as hard as he could beneath Ramsay’s body.Ramsay left a trail of kisses upon his neck, licking and sniffing until Theon ran out of strength. Just then he entered him from behind.
‘I want you.’