Sandor stared down at the girl, feinting slight pleasure in the discomfort and fear showing on her pretty face. He had seen her face before from a distance, and in pictures, but it didn't really do justice to seeing it up close. But how was it different from any other pretty face he had come across? He was being a fucking idiot.
After several long moments, he pulled his hand from her chin, his eyes following as she stumbled off to the side, away from Drogo and Asha, his partners in crime. He turned to the two and nodded, Asha rolling her shoulders and walking back out of the room. Drogo, though, turned to stare after the young woman with that smarmy smirk on his face.
With a sigh, Sandor jerked his thumb toward the door. Drogo shrugged, though disappointment showed on his face, and moved over to the door, grabbing his brown leather jacket from beside it before heading out the back door, outside. It was suddenly very quiet in the room. Uncomfortable. But Sandor never let such things show on his face.
Sansa Stark, however, was a different story.
She stood over in the corner, her hands clutched before her chest. She was visibly shaking, as if cold, her eyes wide as they glanced around, doing their best not to stay on the imposing man a few feet away. A dark grin formed on his lips, one that came without being willed to appear. It was a reflex by now.
He approached her again slowly, taking small step after small step until he was but a foot from her. She flinched a bit, her eyes fixed on the hard, cold floor beneath them. It was beginning to annoy him. It seemed the girl was more scared of his face than anything, like he was some kind of monster. Usually, it was something he took pride in. Why was it so different now?
"Look at me," he said in a firm, but somewhat low tone. She moved her eyes, but only to the side, still wouldn't turn to him. Fuck this.
"LOOK AT ME!" he roared, slamming his fist into the wall, though it was nowhere near her. The girl whimpered, fidgeting around a bit before slowly lifting her eyes to his ruined face, forcing herself to keep them there even though it was obviously unpleasant for her.
He leaned forward, causing her to shrink back a bit. She didn't have much room to do so, soon finding herself pressed back into the corner. Sandor placed a hand on wall, close to the side of her head, staring her right in the eye as he spoke. "Don't like my face, huh? Well, you better get used to it, sweetheart, or we're going to have some problems here. We're going to be spending a lot of time together in this small space. Don't be stupid, and do as you're told. Do you fucking understand me?"
Gulping, Sansa nodded to him, but couldn't get any words out. That was good enough. It'd have to be. The girl was still scared out of her wits. Thinking about it, he could hardly blame her.
Eyeing her up and down, he stalked back over to the couch and plopped down in it. He grabbed another beer. Popping the cap off the bottle, he yelled over his shoulder at Asha to summon her back to the room.
A few moments later, the woman showed up with a garbage bag full of... something. She peered over at Sansa and motioned her over. "I have some extra clothes for you to wear. Sure it won't be as stylish as the stuff you're used to wearing, but it'll have to do."
The Stark girl approached the older woman, and together they headed back into her open, doorless room. Asha had to hold a sheet up for Sansa to change behind. She pulled on a grey Joan Jett t-shirt and some slightly too large skinny jeans. Glancing down, she remembered she had kicked her shoes off in an attempt to get away from her kidnapper. Asha noticed as well and shrugged.
"I can get your size and pick up a pair later." With that, Asha looked the girl over, shrugged once more, and headed right back to the room she had been in before, leaving her alone just as Sandor was in the next room.
Soon enough, after glancing around her plain concrete room, Sansa realized there was nothing to do. She heard the sound of a TV coming from the next room and soon began to creep back toward it.
Once inside, she saw the fearsome man was watching a boxing match. It looked old, too, though she didn't know anything about the bloody sport at all.
She continued watching for a bit, gasping maybe a bit too loudly when one of the boxers bit into his opponent's ear. How horrible, she thought, as she heard the scarred man chuckle under his breath at the violent, but seemingly amusing, act.
He took the time to stop the DVD, but left the TV on, the blue screen glaring. He turned to stare at her with an indescernible expression on her face, and she stared back with pale blue eyes.
Parting her lips to say something, she was suddenly interrupted by a large hand landing on her shoulder. A frightened squeak escaped her mouth instead, right before she turned to see the man with bell in his hair behind her.
"Drogo have sweet things, sweet thing, " he said in barely understandable English. Sansa lowered her eyes to see he had a box of doughnuts. He opened it up for her and handed a napkin over. She used it to grab up one of the pastries, seeing it her her favorite filling inside: lemon.
She had her food, and now it was time to leave the awkward situation, so she did. She scurried back to her room without a word, leaving Drogo to carry the box over to Sandor, who reached out a hand to grab up a random doughnut.
Once inside, she gobbled up the food quickly, not caring about manners now that no one was watching her. She peered over at the bag of clothes as she licked at her slightly sticky fingers, deciding she should probably fold them. But first she tore the bag that held them, folding it and placing it beside her bed. She'd use it, putting the folded clothes on it so they wouldn't be on the dirty floor.
I shouldn't have finished that up so quickly, she reflected. Now I have nothing left to do. With a sigh, she fell back over onto her bed and spent quite a long while staring up at the ceiling, wondering why she was here, as she was too scared to ask. What cause did they have to kidnap her? If it had just been one man, it'd most likely have to do with him having some creepy intentions. But why three people?
She soon let her eyes close, and dozed off, the boredom lulling her to sleep.
Hours passed before Sansa opened her eyes again. Sansa felt like a bear who had just woken up from its hibernation. She rubbed at her eyes, sitting up in her bed.
It took a few minutes for her to fully awaken. She picked up sounds coming from the main room, and also caught the smell of food. Her stomach growled.
She pushed herself up off the bed and padded toward the the larger room, seeing they had set a table up a couple of feet from the couch, boxes of Chinese take out set up on top, as well as styroafoam cups with straws sticking out.
The girl took careful steps toward the slightly tilted table, just to nearly be ran over by hurrying Drogo. He slammed himself down into the chair, causing it to creak. He soon began tearing open boxes to unceremoniously shovel food onto his plate. Noticing Sansa gaping at him, he blinked and said with a full mouth, "What? Am hungry."
She gulped, moving even more carefully toward the table and took a seat on the opposite side from the foreign man, who smiled deviously before swallowing.
Sansa continued sitting there, waiting for the other two and not touching the food. It was rude to eat before they arrived, though she didn't have it in her to tell Drogo this. Not bravery or heartlessness, as he seemed to be enjoying himself.
After what seemed like forever, the other two arrived, one after another. They sat down gently in their chairs, at least compared to Drogo. Asha served herself without looking up, but Sandor glanced at Sansa, urging her (with a scowl) to get her food before he claimed his own portion.
They ate in silence- awkward silence, Sansa taking small, polite bites. Sandor seemed to stare at her a lot, and amused expression on his face.
Drogo looked up, noticing this, and elbowed Sandor in the side a bit too hard, causing the man to glare. "She," he began, pointing at Sansa, "eat like bird."
Staring at Sansa, the darkly-clothed man nodded. "She sings like one, too. Followed her to her classes a few times. Bet you didn't know that, did you, Birdy?" He smirked at her. It didn't make the realization he had been following her any less dismaying. How long had he been doing this?
After finishing up, Sandor pushed his mostly empty paper plate away, staring the Stark girl in the eyes. "Meeting time, Birdy," He began. "Do you have any idea why you're here?"
Sansa shook her head, glancing at the other two before turning back to Sandor.
"Well, we, and by that I mean me, Asha, and Drogo, have been paid handsomely to take you."
She bit her lip. "And how long will I be here, exactly? And who are you?"
He perked a brow at that, smirking again. "Don't wanna refer to me as Scarface then? Fine. My name is Sandor. As for how long you'll be here..." He looked at his partners before continuing, "You'll be here until your parents raise the ransom money. Two million, to be exact."
The young woman gaped at him. "W-what? My parents aren't really rich. How will they raise all of that money?"
Sandor lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "Not my problem. They either will, or you'll be shit out of luck."
She went pale, staring right back at him for a while before murmuring something about bed and rising to hurry back off to her room.
Asha sighed at him and his lack of tact before taking her thing away from the table, Drogo giving him a sarcastic thumbs-up before leaving as well. It was suddenly quiet.
The large, scarred man sat there, feeling slightly guilty for some mysterious reason. He finally rose up to clean and put the table away before trudging to his cot and sprawling out on it.
Next to no sleep came for him that night, only ceiling-staring and damned ceaseless thinking. Little did he know that the Birdy he had caught was with him in this.