Chapter 4 – His guest
May woke up late because of the bed. It was a queen-sized and by far the most comfortable bed she has ever slept in. She didn´t feel like moving from it until it was almost noon and would have stayed even longer if she didn´t feel the need to find a bathroom. Luckily, there was one connected directly to the bedroom so she didn´t have to hobble too far. It was bigger than her old room at home and luxurious enough to make it on a cover of a life-style magazine. The bathroom offered both a shower stool and a huge tub but May didn´t feel inclined to use either of those. Not until she found a key to lock the door, not until she knew where he was.
Ramsay Bolton. She felt herself stiffen at the thought, the uneasiness returning when she remembered how he treated her yesterday. It was all so weird. His behaviour made no sense to her, it was like riding a roller coaster. He first took her to his home and almost stripped her in the hall even though she was begging him to stop. Then he bandaged her leg and made her tea. He also insisted that she spilled her guts, talking about all those uncomfortable, embarrassing things. All that just to make her a very tempting offer and then practically jail her in his house. The only steady thing about him was his forcefulness, he never once considered what she wanted to do. Ramsay obviously wasn´t used to ask for permissions but there was still something almost caring in his behaviour. Or maybe she was reading a little too much into his question on how she takes her tea. May breathed out in exasperation. There was no point in thinking about it now.
She found a package of basic hygiene supplies on the shelf above the wash-basin and used it to brush her teeth and wash her face from the reminders of yesterday´s tears. May deliberately took longer than she usually needed in a bathroom but she still felt unclean. She was wearing her clothes from yesterday. The jeans and T-shirt felt crumpled and sweaty but she had nothing to change in. She was sure that Ramsay throw all of her clothes away.
Finally daring to go out of her room, May firstly just peeked into the hall. Everything appeared quiet. After a moment of hesitation, she went to the kitchen commanded by her empty stomach to find herself some breakfast. Their tea cups were still on the table. Ramsay was nowhere to be seen but she still found an evidence of him on the fridge. He left behind a post-it sticker with only one word "Eat" and his initials as a signature. May felt strangely relieved, at least he was mindful enough to think about her needs and the fridge was full of food! May felt her mouth water on the though, when was the last time she ate? Without further ado she started to collect the supplies, this was definitely a day for the biggest breakfast of her lifetime!
May felt anxious the first day, little calmer the next and utterly bored by the third. Where was he?! How long was she supposed to stay here?!
There was nobody in the house, except for the hired cleaning lady who apparently came and went early in the morning – she could only tell that there was somebody in the house because she found a fresh invoice on a sparkling clean kitchen counter. The front door was locked as well as well as some other rooms, including Ramsay´s bedroom. Apart from that she roamed freely through the house from the cellar to the attics. Everything was luxurious but the whole house felt like a guest room – prepared for anybody with neutral colours, empty wardrobes and absolute lack of anything personal. She couldn´t even find another toothbrush, nothing. May wouldn´t be surprised if she was the first one to ever live there.
She was in her room, loosening up the bandages on her ankle so she can go to sleep when she heard it. Giggling and multiple voices. Then there were steps in the halls beneath, getting closer. May panicked. She was sure that she heard his voice, saying something incoherent and there were some others….she listened intently…woman voice? Maybe from more than one. Oh god, should she just pretend that she is sleeping? She briefly considered that option but decided not to.
She waited three bloody days for an explanation and she was getting one right now! She want for the door and opened it just a little. There was nobody in the hall but the she could hear them on the stairs. She stepped out of the room completely and crossed her arms in front of her chest defensively, trying to put on her most intimidating look. She was by no means prepared for what was coming.
The light in the hall suddenly went on and she got a full view of the small group that just emerged on the top of the stairs. She saw Ramsay and instantly, she wished that she didn´t. He was shirtless, and his pants were falling open. There was a woman behind him, who were trying to get his belt out of its last loop, her other hand already reaching behind Ramsay´s fly. May looked away. There were two other women, one only in her bra and thong, the other still clad by a dress so short, May would have considered it a T-shirt. The almost naked-one was kissing Ramsay furiously.
May felt her face heat up with a blush of embarrassment. What was this? A strip show? She felt like a child because except for that horrible encounter with her step dad, this was the closest she ever come to watching porn. Before she had time to retreat to her room, Ramsay opened one lazy eye and looked at her, tearing away his mouth from the naked blond.
"Looks like we have an audience ladies." She laughed without any real humour and pointed at blushing May. All three women turned to her at once. They now stood as a statute of entangled limps, the only movement was Ramsays hand which lazily unclasped bra of the blond woman and let it slip from her. "Do you want to join us? My bed can hold as all May." Ramsay offered.
"No!" May squeaked with a voice that sounded strangled and strange to her own ears, still she was glad that she finally found it. "I wanted to talk with you, I am sorry, I didn´t know" she babbled and started to back away from them. To her horror, Ramsay was quicker and before she knew it, he had her cornered against the wall.
"I promise you that it will be fun, little mouse." He breathed in her ear and pressed his hips against her. May took a sharp breath at the feeling of him. He was half-naked, drunk and…hard? She felt those things before and it made her want to puke as all those unwanted memories came rushing back to her. She pushed into his chest with all her might, screaming for bloody murder: "Get of me!" Ramsay just grabbed at her flying hands an bend his head a little lover, capturing her neck with his teeth. May gasped for air and stopped screaming because of her surprise. He was sucking at her neck, biting her skin like a vampire. She looked over his shoulder, one of the girls had here cell phone out, probably taping the whole thing. They old grinned at her mercilessly.
"No! Stop, I don´t want this. Ramsay!" she tried to kick him with her healthy leg and yelped with pain when her ankle almost gave away under the pressure. She was scared out of her mind but before she could do anything more, Ramsay let her go and stepped back.
"Never interrupt me again, unless you are ready for the consequences. Now get out of my sight." He laughed at her but it sounded like a threat. Without a second thought, May took his advice. It took her many hours to fall asleep that night and in the morning, she was no longer the only person living in the "guest-room house".