Why is this so SHORT you may ask?

'Cause it's an introduction. I'll start this off by saying I LOVE Theon (check my profile for why). This story is set during Theon's stay at the Boltons. Have a good day, and please review.

The wench was thrown into his cell in the middle of the night. Theon jolted awake, half expecting to see Ramsay Bolton's grey eyes shimmering in the dark. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he heard soft sobs from the corner of the room.

"Who are you?" The girl didn't know she had company. She crawled back like a frightened insect.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he called, his voice soft and soothing. "What's your name? Who are you?"

He heard her shift away from him. "Who are you?"

Reek, Reek, it rhymes with sneak.

"Reek." Somewhere in the castle, someone screamed. The girl flinched. "Did…he captured you?"

"What's he going to do to me?" Her voice was trembling with fear. She's still half a child, he thought.

Still, lying would be pointless – so he told her the truth, being as gentle as he could be. "Be a good girl… he won't do anything too painful. If he does… grit your teeth and… don't yell out."

As soon as the words left her lips, she let shuddering sobs rack her body. All he could do was listen to her, and hope she'd shut up soon. The crying ceased only when she opened her mouth to talk – and even then her voice quivered.

"I… used to be a highborn, you know. I used to be called my lady… the man calls me his bitch."

Her words hit him too close to home. He was on the verge of telling her everything, when at the last moment he bit his lip and dug his nails into his skin.

Reek, Reek, it rhymes with weak.

Then the footsteps echoed off the walls, the chains rattled, and the door swung open with a deafening creak. Reek froze with dread.

Little Walder's silhouette approached the girl. "Bolton wants you."

She sat there, rigid, looking up at him in terror. "I don't want to go."

Theon almost hit her for saying that. She'd guaranteed herself a painful, gory night.

"Bolton doesn't care if you want," Walder chuckled. "He wants you." Although he was only eight, he was able to sling her over his shoulder and hold her down as she struggled and squirmed.

"Help me, Reek! Help me!" she screamed. But all he did was watch. Guilt turned inside of his stomach, yet the sharp pain in his newly flayed ring finger subdued the feeling.

"Help me! Help me!" Her voice became more distant by the second.

He fell asleep listening to her sob and scream.