Chapter 1: Dark Wings, Dark Words
The abominable bastard of House Bolton, Ramsay Snow, rises to look into the eyes of the restrained Theon Greyjoy. He has just removed the drill from Theon's poor foot; a small kindness that will serve to enhance the future agony that is waiting for the Ironborn prince.
"I'll come for you tonight when the castle sleeps," Ramsay quietly declares, his voice laden with his best imitation of concern.
"Oh no, don't go!" Theon stutters in fear. "Please, please, no, please don't leave me…" Ramsay slips the bag over Theon's face and turns to walk out of the torture cellar, still clutching the drill. He suppresses his urge to smirk as he listens to Theon's continued pleas.
However, Ramsay's eyes are not quite accustomed to the darkness of the room, and he slips on the slick surface of the floor he just cleaned.
With a high-pitched yelp, Ramsay falls right on the floor a split second before pain wracks his nerves. He looks down to see he has stabbed himself through the stomach with the drill.
Ramsay lingers, but not for long. He eventually gives out his last blood-choked gurgle and collapses lifelessly.
Author's Notes: Hello! Just watched "Battle of the Bastards" and it was beyond epic! Great choreography, great shots, awesome dialogue! And after seeing the conclusion, I figure that this is as good as any way to celebrate! Please continue to read and laugh!