2: Of All Places….

Ramsey climbed down off his horse and approached Shannon. Oh lord, please let this be an awful dream. Maybe I slipped and fell into a coma. Oh I have such awful taste in coma dreams…. however, I did always think he was handsome in a dark, sinister, I'm-going-to-flay-you kind of way. Shannon thought to herself, trying to distract herself from Ramsey's close proximity.

He outreached a hand and grabbed her chin. His touch was cold and hard. He squeezed her face in his hand as he moved he head side to side, as if he was a doctor examining her. Hmmm…she's pretty. Where did this one come from? I know we will play a game later to find out. This one should be fun to play with. Ramsey smirked to himself, while his icy eyes met her warm forest green eyes.

Well…shit. He is real. Of all the places I could have ended up from that weird spell. I end up here. Shannon sighed inwardly to herself.

"Well what is a little thing like you doing out her?" Ramsey asked as he released her face.

Shannon was nervous, because she didn't know how to honest truthfully. She couldn't just say that she fell off her bed while performing "magic" and ended up her. "I honestly do not know my lord." She gazed at him with confusion in her eyes.

Ramsey laughed softly, "And how did you know I was a lord?"

Shoot. Okay play it cool. Everyone in the North knows of him. Play it cool. Be cool, calm, and collected. She thought but instead of being collected she was nervous, and at times when she is nervous she tends to sound sarcastic and condescending. "You're Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsey Snow. So therefore, you are a lord. Everyone in the North knows who you are, duh."

While he was flattered that she believed everyone in the North knew him, but he was not pleased in the manner that she answered his question. He especially hated it when he was referred to as the bastard son. He was the only son Roose had now. He was the heir to Dreadfort. He pursed his lips and a slight ting came over his face, before he darkly looked back at the girl in front of him. "Bring her with." He said with a motion of his hand, as he turned around to mount his horse.

One of the men grabbed Shannon by the back of her dress and slung her over the saddle in front of him. She heard a bit of her dress tear as she was lifted. Great now my dress is going to be ruined. I'm in the hands of a dangerous, yet handsome, madman. Why am I attracted to him? Why am I so stupid? I'm going to die here in this world, great. She sighed as she bounced up and down on the saddle uncomfortably.

When they made it back to Dreadfort Ramsey had his men escort, more like throw her like a rag doll into the dungeon, Shannon down into the dungeon. She shook from the damp cold hair. It was dimly lit because there were not many candles. Shannon didn't like it one bit, she had a fear of the dark. She could handle blood and broken bones but the dark was a no. The sounds of heavy boots hitting the ground, and they marched the halls above her. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to take in as much as possible. She did notice however, that they did not bring her candle with her. I know I shouldn't care it is a candle, but maybe it could help me get home. It is after all what helped land me in this hell in the first place. She thought, as she continued to scan the room looking for a possible way out.

It was then that the door that led into the dungeon opened. Okay, well time to stop looking for escape routes, as if the Boltons would be stupid enough to put an exit down here. Now it is time to hid! Her eyes darted around the room desperately looking for a place of refuge.

She quickly scurried to the one of the stone columns. Ramsey got to the bottom of the stairs and scanned the room in front of him. He smirked and made a 'tsking' noise with his tongue. They always hid, she would be out shortly though. They all come out shortly. He liked the game though. He felt himself as the predator and them as the prey even more now, and it aroused him to an extent. He walked around in a circle for a bit. The noise of footsteps usually draws them out of hiding and they usually try to run since they fear him closing in.

Shannon stood behind the column and shook. Her nerves were getting the better of her, and the cold wasn't help at all either. She knew she had to stay where she was. The air was silent, but filled with tension. He didn't know where she was to be exact, but he knew she was close by. He grew more irked by her non-movement by the second. He wasn't a patient man and she would learn that soon enough. Ramsey gritted his teeth, scanned the room more intensely and let out a frustrated sigh. Oh good, maybe he will grow bored soon and leave me! Just as Shannon had that thought Ramsey spoke.

"You better come out now, or I will do worse things to you than I had originally planned." He said trying to cox her out of hiding.

She closed her eyes and held her breath. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Ramsey Snow does not grow bored and just leave, he grows bored and becomes more violent. Okay, I could try to run for it or maybe seduce him or stab him? I don't know…" She let out a loud sigh without even thinking.

Ramsey turned to the direction of the sigh, which came from behind a stone pillar. His grin grew as he slowly approached the column, wanting to build fear and anticipation into his newest plaything. "Maybe I will flay you now since you have kept me waiting for so long."

"Maybe you shouldn't because then I wouldn't be as pretty, and you wouldn't want to fuck me then." Shannon blurted out, and after doing so she covered her mouth quickly. She looked to her left and then to her right trying to figure out what side he would come from so she could run the opposite direction.

Ramsey quietly picked up a line of rope off a nearby table, and silently took off his shoes so she couldn't hear him getting closer. "Well I didn't get that good of a look at your face. So I'll stick with flaying as your punishment. You really should come out now, it won't be as bad. I can flay you after I fuck you senseless." He said as he laughed to himself. Two things he loved: fucking and flaying.

"Uh…well I think I am rather good looking…. soooooo I say we go with no flaying today, okay? Okay, right on." Shannon closed her eyes again, getting ready to make her move.

"Ah, but you are up for me fucking your cunt. Are you a mere whore?" Just as he said that Shannon went to run, but he caught her with the rope and secured her to the column.

It happened all so fast that she couldn't even comprehend what was going on. I have such bad fight or flight instincts. There is no way I am going to make it out of here alive. Maybe I could use my 21stcentury girlish charms…. who am I kidding? I am the furthest thing from charming. Actually most girls I know in my generation aren't exactly charming, compared to women of these times. She was thinking to distract herself from the harsh reality that she was now in the clutches and mercy of Ramsey Snow.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Ramsey speaking. "And this whole time I thought you were some noble woman, not some whore. Or maybe I am mistaken…are you a virgin girl?" Ramsey lifted her chin and made her eyes focus in on his.

Ramsey inspected the girl in front of him more closely than he did when he first saw her. She had forest green eyes with a yellow center grazing against her pupil. Her hair was dark like his but soft and tamed. She was smaller chested, which disappointed Ramsey, but her hips and thighs made up for it. She couldn't have been more than 5'2. Ramsey liked shorter women because he felt more powerful over their small frames, and this girl was perfect for that. He grinned as devilish thoughts ran through his mind, of everything he could and would do to her.

Well I am. I don't know if I should tell him that though. He would probably violate me right here right now! If I tell him I am not a virgin, but no whore, maybe he will let me go and I will live a pleasant life in the kitchen. That's stupid too, he already has is eyes on me so there is no escaping that gaze

Ramsey slowly drew out a knife from his pocket, getting annoyed at her delay. He grazed it against her skin, he pushed harder as he drug it along her collarbone making her wince in pain. She felt the warm blood run down onto her dress. "Now answer me, are you a virgin lady or a whore?" There was a menacing look in his eyes.

She knew no matter which she chose, she would lose this game. Should I be honest or no? What do I say?! She screamed to herself as Ramsey kept pushing the blade further into her skin.