Sansa lay next to the young king, his arm wrapped around her waist. At first he had gripped her so hard she bruised, but he had long since fallen asleep, his iron grip slackening. Joffrey had insisted on her sleeping face to face with him, "so you can dream of me", he had said.
Her whole body ached still from his treatment of her, bruises marring her form where her beloved king had grabbed her hours earlier, throwing her like an unwanted doll to the floor. His nails tore the skin of her neck as he held her head down, forcing her terror-stricken eyes to meet the malice within his.
Sansa shuddered at the memory of the gentle hands she once loved ripping at her bodice and pawing at her breasts violently. She had cowered immediately, never fighting him again after she pushed him away and he had beaten her face bloody. Sansa just begged and pleaded and sobbed. Joffrey had forced himself upon her, the pain made her bawl harder than ever before, her bloodied lips wrenching open to shriek for her father, for Robb, for Sandor Clegane, for a savior.
Joffrey spent hours using her before bathing and retiring to bed, ordering Sansa to join him. Said girl crawled to the soft mattress, the pain between her legs making walking impossible. The blond king grasped her hips and pulled her tightly, eyes staring into hers with a cruel grin.
"Every day you live will be exactly like this, Sansa."
The girl had whimpered and shifted, the blood between her legs an unpleasant consistency.
Now, here she was, with a sleeping monster and a battered, soiled body. The monster was so close, so very unsuspecting…it was practically unknowing of her bitterness.
Very slowly, she lifted her arms, dark eyes set on the king's sleeping face, checking for signs of stirring. Her bruised palms found his chest and she carefully slid one leg over his hips, starting to straddle him. The king mumbled and Sansa froze, petrified, before he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. The redhead sat atop him now and slid her shaky hands upwards.
'Monster…Monster…Monster.. .Monstermmonstermonstermonster.'
The malice in her stare alone caused him stir and open his eyes slightly.
"Ready again already, Sansa? I knew you liked it."
Immediately she wrenched his neck in her hands, sore legs squeezing his hips, making Joffrey unable to dislodge her. When his hands shoved or clawed her, Sansa simply ground her hip bone between his legs, the sensitive area causing him to let go and writhe in pain. Her nails dug chunks of skin from the King's throat, just as his did hers hours before, and his veins showed themselves, his eyes growing bloodshot and face purple. Blood ran down in rivulets as the life silently left the monster.
Sansa bent forwards and softly whispered, "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."
Joffrey's eyes locked with hers until finally his thrashing ceased and his heart stalled.
Sansa held on for seconds, minutes, hours longer for good measure until her hand locked and she had to pry her fingers apart. The girl dismounted Joffrey's still warm body and wrapped herself in the down blanket, her naked figure aching but satisfied. He was dead and Sansa's face was streaked with tears, a huge smile crossing her face.
The joy she felt numbed her throbbing body…until an arm slinked around her waist…Sansa's eyes flew open and her joyous dream ended, reality crushing her spirit. She was awoken and a sweet voice came from behind her, mistaking the reason for her joy.
"I'm so glad our new life together brings you that much joy, Sansa."