Prologue

"Goodbye, Theon." Robb Stark hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Tomorrow make sure to come early."

"Yes, yes I will do it when you stop talking like you were my father."

Robb shook his hands while walking next to Ned Stark, Theon Greyjoy corresponded the greeting until the corner where the Stark's vanished. And when snorting he sat between the stairs, one by one the students left the institution, he wasn't so lucky and had to sit there with his arms crossed.

His father promised to pick him up early this time but apparently and, like previous hundred times, it was just a lie told to a gullible child. He was sleepy and the legs ached, with the passing of the seconds cursed not being able to go together with Robb. Once tired of waiting for his father, went with the boy, it was not a good idea, when going home he was punished and had forbidden to visit Robb for a whole month.

"Well, I'll have to take you home again." His teacher, Kyra, approached him and when extended his hand smiled. "Would you like to go for an ice cream on the way?"

She was a beautiful young woman, unlike the Literature teacher who was an awful and bitter woman named Lysa. Kyra was his favorite teacher, sweet and caring, he was never good at math so he took advantage of it to have more minutes with her. There were also those times when his father did not pick him up, those days were only good because Kyra was with him. Although it was a few weeks ago that she took care of sending him home, with the repeated oversights of his father the Principal took care of putting him a tutor to guard him if this were happening.

"Take my hand." Kyra told him when putting him up. "We will ask for a taxi."

"I'm already ten, teacher, I can walk alone."

"As you say, little man."

Theon followed her blushed. Kyra stopped the first taxi that came close by raising the fingers and opened the door as if he were the maiden there. Inside the vehicle he told the driver the address of the ice cream shop that usually visited. The man looked in the rearview mirror when nodding, he had clear eyes, very clear, that caused him a shiver.

"Why the long face, little boy?" The man asked.

Theon had no intention of answering, it was not a trouble of the driver, so he he laid his gaze on the scenery that gave the window. Instead, Kyra was the one who spoke for him. "His father forgot to pick him up."

"If I had a son I would never forget to pick him up."

"But you can not always be there, there are hundred of responsibilities that can delay someone. The work for example."

"The first and only priority of a parent is his child."

Kyra and the driver engaged in a long conversation that Theon found tedious. His time with his teacher was being stolen by that man, who he believed to be to do that? A simple taxi driver, nothing more. He frowned.

The man closed his mouth at the time that Kyra turned her face. "Excuse me, that was the street of the ice cream shop. You just crossed it." There was no response and the glass window dividing the rear seats with the front was slipped. "Hey! Could you stop?"

Nothing, not a word. The car was moving faster, passed streets that he did not know, one more unknown than the other. Just like Kyra, he began to worry. She hit the glass with his fists and shouted a few more times.

"Hey! I have a child here! If you do not stop now, I will not only report the taxi company but also will call the damn police! Do you hear me?"

The locks were blocked and his teacher anyway constantly tried to open the door. After watching her for a few seconds he did the same, with much less success. The city moved away and a greenish panorama was approaching to them in the pupils.

"Damn! Let us get off this damn car! Damn, let us!"

When turning in an open field the car stopped and the driver got out of this. Kyra when notice it rummaged in the bag, took the phone and landed it in his hands. She was crying, the tears wet her cheeks and fell on his hands. "Take it, when I shout run, you must run. Everything will be fine. Listen to me, run and call the police, tell them everything."

"No, no, I'm not leaving without you."

"Do it, Theon. Run and tell them, save yourself. Everything will be fine, we'll meet again, I promise."

Kyra kissed his forehead and clutched him in his arms. The door opened and the arms that caressed his back were caught. Kyra was taken from the hair, which was pulled up to get her head out of the car. The sob was interrupted by a blow that landed on the entire cheek and the corner of her mouth. Theon shrieked and Kyra fainted, the body was moved with greater ease and his head was tossed to her thighs.

The taxi driver of dark and dry hair stabbed him those terrifying eyes and smiled, his lips were thick and longs and had white and shiny teeth. The middle finger was placed in the center of the mouth and with a hiss was told. "Silence, little boy, I do not like talkative ones."

The taxi moved away more and more of the ice cream shop. He no longer kept your mind occupied in selecting the taste of his next ice cream, now he was using his complete being to achieve contact with the police, however, the greener was the road less service he had. He moved the locks that covered Kyra face's and gently touched the area in which a reddish hue grew.

The ride ended in a median house in that large field, the parking gate raised when having the tip of the car sniffing it and fell after the same was introduced. The taxi driver went down noisily waking Kyra with a scare.

"A-are you okay?" He asked in a voice that conveyed his imminent terror.

"Yes, calm down, everything will be fine."

The keys in the hands of the man jingled and one of them unlocked the door latch that connected the parking lot with the rest of the house. He returned to them, as he opened the door Kyra threw some kicks to the air, none hit him. He grabbed an ankle and carrying it out threw her to the floor. Before lifting her by the waist closed the door, Theon hit the glass.

"Calm down." One of the man's arms was squeezing his neck. "I'll be fine. Stay there, you'll be fine. Cover your ears. Cover your ears, please."

Kyra squirmed and kicked while she was dragged, and did not avoid being brought into the house. He didn't cover his ears until the cries sounded, they were so high that surpassed his hands and reached him. He couldn't silence his crying either, the tears clouded his sight leaving some images of his mind that conformed by Kyra being hurt. Fear chilled his body, his skin prickle and his clothes got wet with urine that the panic did not allowed him to contain.

With the end of the cries he raised his knees, snuggling his thighs in his chest and uniting them around his arms to appease the smell that made him wrinkle his nose. Everything will be fine. She promised him and that there was no screams symbolized that she didn't lie to him. He recently was ten but knew when someone was lying and Kyra did not do that, she would never lie to him.

Who returned from the parking was the driver. There was blood on his face, the shirt and his hands, the long hair disheveled and a pale and sweaty face. Pushing the door he crouched placing the palms on his knees.

"Come with me, little boy."

Theon moved swiftly backwards, his back adhered with the other door and his body curled in the corner. The man sighed and grabbing his shoulders pushed him. He fought as much as he could, he tried to dig his nails into the seats and these danced in the air hurting him when touching the compact sections of the car. The opposite's arms circled his hips, his legs did not touch the ground and wiggling hit the bonnet. Some minor scratches were deposited in the arms that oppressed his belly so hard to the point of taking away the air.

Immediate to the door was a small winery and from there he could reach the kitchen. A bed was against the wall and the last corner on the right, he was thrown to it, the springs made him give a little jump.

"My father will find me."

"Your father? Yes, he will find you, if that's what you think." The man approached him more and more, he gritted his teeth and challenged him with the look up. "Your father forgets to pick you up from school and you think he will worry about finding you, you little fool."

His right leg bent and stretched roughly over the crotch of the taxi driver, who growled and twitched. He would have run away if the thick arm had not hindered him the way. His fingers tangled in his hair and pulled his head to the mattress, screamed and returned to mourn.

"This is the only one I'll let you go, little boy."

He walked away when released, the mattress was hard and it was coated with earth, his trousers covered his knee so the rest of his legs was scraped and the itchiness will spread to the back.

"I want to see my teacher."

"You will not see her, she went away and will not return ... never."

The driver slept and Theon prolonged his tears. His head fell to his knees and his back ached from the bent that acquired. With the exhaustion of his tears decided to find a way out. He walked slowly on tiptoe to not wake up the man, first checked the hallway that led to the room in which this was and when confirming that it was safe, went to the storeroom.

He climbed the shelf and reached the small hole that led to the attic. His clothes got dirty by the land that was higher than the bed, his pants hardened and going crawled on the floor pricked his thighs. The garret was blocked by crossed woods, with two kicks broke them and pushed the remnants away easily. It was a small square so he had to pass his arms and then his head, the sun began to peek.

"You are going somewhere, little boy?"

He installed his feet on the metal sheet that worked as ceiling of the added room he crouched as best as he could to avoid being seen, no more of what he had been. He inhaled and exhaled the fresh air to scream with extreme force.

"Help! Help!"

"Oh yes, ask for help." He encouraged him. "You resulted too predictable."

The driver grabbed some stones, played with them for a moment and finally stretching the elbow threw one of them. He hit the ribs and the next brushed his hair. He covered his head, the third stone touched his fingers hitting his head with the eco of the impact. The last did not fall to the grass and stalled on the edge, his fingers extended.

"What will you do with that?" He asked with a smile.

He knew what he should do. His arm impulsed and the stone flew, not so far, he did not reach the driver, even less a third of the distance that both had. The man laughed for his performance.

"Well, do not give up, keep going is the essence of life." He said in the pauses of the irritating laughter. "I propose you something, get out from there and I will give a little advantage. Go ahead and run."

Theon observed in both directions, green and more green, it would be futile to continue screaming, nobody would hear him and his throat would lacerate. Neither could stay there, if he does not go down on his own the man would make him fall by force. He went down using the stones, one on her hip, two in his legs and arms, and one on his forehead. His bones creaked in the fall, breath was stabbing for him.

"You're of paper, little boy."

And once again he was in other's arms. Did not resist, its energy left with the stone. Lying on the bed squeezed his belly, his stomach growled. The driver was carrying a long, heavy chain and some moist lips in that smile. He assembled one of the ends on the ankle and the other to one of the legs of the bed, his flesh was being pressed and the skin reddened. When he realized it was too late.

"You've earned it." He patted his leg. "Now, get up and take off the pants." The man unbuckled his belt and held it in the palms. "Fast, little boy, I will not repeat it."

Theon stood and did nothing else. His eyes followed the movements of the whip, up and down, and meanwhile was shivering. The driver clicked his tongue and kneeling in front of him unbuttoned and lowered with coarseness the garment.

"I will add a small lash for this, little boy." The man have some bright in his eyes. "This time listen to me and do what I say. Turn around."

He obeyed, his legs were slow, the chain tinkled and moved with him. His feet lifted off the ground minimally and his legs stripped completely. he hands of the driver leaned on his back and knocking it forced him to settle his torso and face on the bed. His hip was erected and his skinny ass undressed, a little cry ran through his lips.

"I will punish you for trying to escape, it will be two lashes for that and one more for not obeying."

He swallowed, the air kissed his skin for a moment and without notice the first blow came. It was rough, the leather was coupled with plenty of power and a time that seemed to last forever. A shriek and his back arched, his heel were enhanced and his toes curled.

"One." The driver said.

His nails dug into the mattress, the earth was getting into the from beneath, his legs throbbed and his hip was shaking. He waited with the burning in his ass latent the next union of the leather with his skin. And it was stronger, the belt was planted in the same place as the last time, in which glimpsed a pink mark that was developing the tone with the blows.

"Two."

Tears moistened his eyes, saliva was pouring from the corners of his lips and wet the mattress. His knees buckled, without the necessary effort could not keep them straightened. His lips were drying and cracking after the screams, one sharper than the other.

"Three."

With the third and last his body relented and collapsed. The leather moved away and his hands with agility rubbed his ass. He stroked the reddish skin until it stopped burning and covered it. He lay on the bed wrapping his arms, his legs stuck curled up to his belly.

"Well, you'll never try to escape or disobey me, right? Have you learned your lesson?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy."

The driver putting on his belt walked to the living room, his eyes chased him, see him walking caused him discomfort too. He wiped his tears and sniffed. The TV was turned on and the body slumped uneasily on the sofa. The voice from the television was known to him, was the cooking show he used to watch with his mother in the morning, he wrote down the recipes and then she prepared them for lunch.

The man ignored the cooking show, the clear eyes were on his. "Come here, little boy. Remove the long face and come with me."

The chains made his footsteps more leisurely and loud, to not be delayed lifted them up. The legs distanced and a hand waved him to sit between them. He hesitated and did the same. His hair was tangled between the opposite's fingers fiddling with the locks by turning and lengthening them.

"I've been very bad with you." The man reached into one of his pants pockets and when grabbing something from it gave him soft taps on the head. "It's for you."

It was a sweet, he cocked his head confused and snatched it fast. Round, purple and sweet, it was the tastiest candy he tasted in his life. "Thank you."