She didn't remember being taken, being terrified, but not being taken. All Sansa could remember clearly was the blood pooling around the dead bodies of her family, they'd been planning on killing her too until a beautiful woman with long blonde hair had insisted they take her as a pet for her 'little boy'. The pain of being dragged up hard wooden stairs, tripping and falling over her feet, to her Master's bedroom only remained in patches; of that night the sound her collar had made when a boy only a few years older than herself had clicked it on remained. The soul crushing tone of it jangling when the dark leather had been forced around her neck. That was the first moment of her new life being bound to her prison. After that she'd had nothing but pain, bruises and bloody cuts.

Sansa bolted awake. A dream. Petyr Baelish, her new Master, had been nothing but a fantasy. The leather was heavy around her neck and it stung, silver moonlight drifted in through the window of Joffrey's bedroom illuminating her cell. She thought of the man with stormy eyes, she'd known he was too good to be true; No one had ever been kind to her and no one ever would.

Her heart froze, her eyes clamped shut as she heard his bedroom door open and saw the dark leather of her Master's shoes step inside; he stumbled which meant was drunk and angry. The blonde's pet tried to say quiet and hoped he'd just pass out on the bed, it was the only wish she could have anymore. Joffrey's feet came to a stop by the bed and his belt snapped open, this was not to be one of the nights he just passed out. The chain was pulled taut closing her throat and blocking out the air as he tugged her out of from her hiding place, her vision blurred and her lungs cried out for oxygen. It stung like she was coated in vicious wasps but the pet knew it was then least painful of what he'd do. Her blonde Master had an aura around him of stale beer and what she'd come to know was the smell of something he called 'weed'. Every laboured breath she managed to pull in stank of the drug making her regret breathing in the first place, the pet wished she could stop, permanently. Maybe death would be kinder to her.

Long ago after her escape attempts had ended she'd wrapped the long chain around her neck and pulled as hard as her fragile body could, just as the darkness started to close in around her eyes and her body turned numb, that single moment when the redhead thought she could be free Master had found her. The chain had been shortened after that and her spine had been bruised for weeks; impressions of Joffrey's shoes had littered her face and one eye had swollen shut.

"Whore!" Her Master screamed. "You're filthy! Can't even clean up for your Master!"

Sansa couldn't get three feet from Joffrey's bed let alone to the shower. Everything was always her fault, done on purpose by her to anger Joffrey; that was just what little slutslike her did.

"Think my little bitch needs to wash some of that filth off."

Before she could even process that he'd yelled again the blonde teen pulled a silver key from around his neck and released the padlock that bound the chain to his bedpost, he wrapped the icy metal chain around his sticky hand and started to tug her out the room. Hard wood burnt and squeaked as her thighs scraped over floor leaving behind angry red marks and deep scratches that bled a rich crimson. The bathroom was cold but the redhead couldn't tell, her body had turned to solid ice long ago. Her head cracked against the porcelain bathtub with such force that she thought he'd broken her skull for a moment, the girl with pale skin's head rang like a bell had been struck. The noise of water flooding into the white bath filled her ears causing the pain to intensify. High pitched. Buzzing. Screeching. Nails on a chalkboard. The bath filled quickly while Joffrey lit another cigarette and gifted the redhead with another kick to her ribs.

"Ready for your bath? Hmm? Get some of that filth off you!"

With that Sansa felt the chain rip upwards pulling her up onto bruised knees and forced her head under the water. In the movies drowning was always loud and full of splashing, her hands clung to the white rim desperately fighting her Master in need of air, it was strangeSansa was ready for death in mind yet her body fought blindly. At first the lack of air was just uncomfortable but as time ticked by her cells started to scream out in need and pressure built in her head as though someone was squeezing it. Red hair shrouded her pale face dancing the the water and in a way it was a blessing, a blessing that she got to see some beauty as death closed in; teasing her. It was then she began to fall. Fall further and further into the darkness until it threaten ed to swallow her whole.

Sansa sat bolt up right in the dark, lungs gulping in air and sweat dripping from her body like a waterfall. She shivered. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust before Sansa realised that Petyr was beside her with his arms around her damp shoulders. He's real.

"Shush, you're alright Sweetling. Everything's okay, I promise."

The words of comfort helped, if only to ground her to reality. Sansa forced her breathing to calm to something that resembled normal, the air tasted so good crisp and pure. She could hear him muttering sweet nothings in a desperate attempt to help her, just another kindness he showed her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Sansa shook her head profusely and Petyr didn't force her, she'd been screaming in her sleep, begging for mercy, for air. It had horrified him, it took a lot to frighten Petyr'Littlefinger' Baelish but her screams had. In an attempt to banish the memories from his mind Petyr stood from the bed and went to his closet and pulled out a clean shirt for her to ware, the one Sansa was in almost dripped with cold sweat. He undid her shirt buttons slowly so as not to scare her and slipped it from her shoulders.

"Thank... thank you..." Sansa stuttered.

"Everything is going to be alright, Sweetling."

Soon enough the new light grey shirt was buttoned up while the old found itself balled up and thrown in the general direction of the hamper. Masculine arms snaked around his girl to hold her tight, if Sansa didn't want to talk about her nightmare holding her was really all he could do; she was his to protect.

"I'll make you some tea."

Petyr made to turn and leave the room but the sudden grip on his wrist kept him in place.

"No, Master please stay. Please don't leave Sansa alone." She begged.

"Alright, Sweetling."

He couldn't deny her, not his Sansa so he sat down on the bed and pulled her close. She revealed in the warmth and comfort he offered her; pure peace. There was a hush over the room for a long time, one of those quietudes that did more than words ever could, just the two of them. Eventually that silence came to an end with a smug smile and a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

"It's alright." He said again. " I'm your Master now and that means you'll always have me."Sansa smiled at his words, he was the only thing to ever make her smile. "I've been thinking... you belong to me now, then I'm your Master. Your Master. Which means I belong to you just as much as you belong to me."

Sansa stared down at the bed sheets with a confused expression coating her face, she seemed to have forgotten about her nightmare and he knew the little cogs in her head were turning trying to figure out what he meant; Sansa had never had anything belong to her. She must have worked something out in her head though because he saw her smile after a moment. Petyr had always thought love was weakness, a distraction, but withSansa he was beginning to think it could be strength. When the hell did I start thinking love?

"Sansa deserves nothing of Master." She told him quietly.

"Well tough because you have me." There was silence for a second until he added with a smile. "And I'm your Master so what I say goes."

Sansa just continued to smile softly.

XXXX

It was two in the afternoon when Joffrey Baratheon stormed into Baelish's office at Lion and Stag, cellphone in one hand and a half drunk cup of coffee in the other. Petyr knew it wasn't going to be good the second he'd looked up; the blonde only ever came to his office when he wanted something.

"Kaegan has something that needs cleaning up, I said you'd be there in twenty minutes. Go and do it."

The aggravating child turned to leave and Petyr couldn't help but sigh letting his pen fall from his hand. His grey-green eyes flashed over to the framed drawing Sansa had given him and it brought a smile to his lips.

"Joffrey." The boy stopped and looked back with a what expression on his face. "I can't clean up after this Kaegan of yours if I don't know where he is."

A spark of realisation shot through the child and then anger because Petyr had told him; if there was one thing Joffrey couldn't stand it was when people showed how moronic he really was. The blonde wandered over to the CFO's desk and pulled a notepad and a pen, there was scribbling for a moment before the pad and pen were thrown back at him and the child left. Petyr sat there for a moment in utter silence, God how he wanted to kill that bastard, he couldn't though, not yet at least; Petyr had to do it when no one could possiblythink he had a hand in it.

Gwendolyn had been surprised to find her boss leaving early, he never left early on a Wednesday, it was the one day Tywin Lannister spent the whole day at Lion and Stag which meant that all the high level executives did as well; not including Joffrey of course. The blonde assistant let him go though and actually seemed happy about it when she realised that it meant she could leave as well, the mother always enjoyed getting home early to bewith Lukas.

Petyr flicked on the stereo as his sleek grey Aston Martin DBS glided along the roads, one arm rested on the open window frame letting in the heated air and orange sun, a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. The address Joffrey had scrawled was on the other side of Kings Landing though the blonde had told his friend Petyr would be there is twenty minutes it would take a good thirty-five what with the after lunch traffic to get down to the docks.

I am the passenger and I ride and I ride

I ride through the city's backsides

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah, the bright and hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight

Fingers drummed on the steering wheel while the dark-haired man hummed along to the song. Stormy eyes glance up when a flock of birds went over in a V formation. Gone were the blustery days of winter, summer dominated all of Westerose.

I am the passenger

I stay under glass

I look through my window so bright

I see the stars come out tonight

I see the bright and hollow sky

Over the city's ripped backsides

And everything looks good tonight.

The sky seemed bluer than it had been the previous day, perhaps it was because of the conversation he and Sansa had the night before, or maybe it was the lack of clouds, Petyrwasn't certain. Obviously Sansa had taken comfort from their conversation the night before because he'd woken to a smiling young woman making him coffee; he hadn't been aware she'd watched him enough to teach herself that but Petyr hadn't questioned it. Sansa seemed happy, more so than he'd seen her in the entire time he'd had her with him;Baelish's ego grinned at the fact he was the one to make her so happy.

Get into the car

We'll be the passenger

We'll ride through the city tonight

We'll see the city's ripped backsides

We'll see the bright and hollow sky

We'll see the stars that shine so bright

Stars made for us tonight

The second Petyr parked and looked up at the address Joffrey had sent him to Petyrwanted to bleach his eyes. It was a run down little warehouse that looked rat infested and way too grey for his liking; it was one of those places that just made him want to look to the camera and ask if this was a joke. The place was secluded so that was one boon for him to work with, though the cleaner didn't want to leave his Aston Martin unattended for too long. Petyr pulled his trusty duffel bag of tricks from the car trunk and headed into the hovel of a warehouse.

Beer, that was the first thing he smelt followed by blood. There were two floors of the warehouse, well the second floor was more of an oversized catwalk, but a second floor nevertheless. Large square pillars ran the length of the building holding the remnants up, each one was coated in pealing white and green paint; the only problem was that age had turned the white a hideous yellow and the green almost black. There isn't enough bleach in the world. In the centre of the room was a poker table littered with a mess of cards and spilt beer bottles, to the left on the concrete floor was a dead man almost swimming in a pool of his own blood and crouched over said body was a young man with mocha skin and a shaved head. Petyr watched for a time as the younger man repeatedly picked up the dead man's wrist and let it drop to the floor splattering in cold blood. It seems that today's crime scene clean up has been brought to me by the letters WTF.

"I assume you're Kaegan." His voice was stoic.

"Well it's about fucking time." The younger man stood to face Petyr. "Thought I was gonna die of old age."

Petyr had knew exactly who Kaegan Irelan now they were face to face and wasn't surprised to find he'd killed someone, Petyr only concerned himself with three kinds of people; those who benefited him, those who were a threat to him and those he could use. To be entirely honest the other man looked like a wanna be gangster and had fallen from the could be used category when he'd been disowned.

"Believe it or not but CFO of Lion and Stag Enterprises is not a hobby."

"Whatever, just get on with it."

Petyr sighed internally and dropped the bag to the floor he was about to speak again when a dog barked from under the poker table. That was the one thing he'd not been expecting.

"Oh, I forgot about the mutt."

Kaegan pulled a Glock 17 from his belt and aimed at the dog who cowered away.

"Wait! I'll deal with the dog, you need to change out of those bloody clothes." Petyr reached into his bag and took out a pair of mint green scrubs before throwing them at Kaegan. "Put these on and leave me the ones you're wearing now. I suggest after that you go home, put on your own clothes and then go somewhere public."

"Does anyone know you and he are acquainted other than Joffrey?"

"Yeah, a few people."

"Will any of them care that this man is dead?" The question was short, simple and to the point.

"Nah. No one is gonna give a shit." Kaegan started to strip off his blood soaked clothes. "Bet they'll be happy, and if I didn't do it Ramsay or Joff would 'ave."

Ramsay Bolton, should have fucking guessed that mad bastard was involved with this. Petyr let out another sigh.

"Once this man is reported missing there will be a search for him, I doubt the police will try very hard though. If you go somewhere public CCTV will pick you up and you have a solid alibi for the general time he went missing." Am I explaining this to a three-year old? "Clothes."

Kaegan's worn blue jeans and blood stained t-shirt found themselves hurtling towards the older man only to land on the floor with a dense thud.

"That's not a 'alf bad plan, mate. Seems there's a reason Joff kept you about."

"I aim to please." The Cleaner muttered as he pulled out a trash bag to sling Kaegan's soiled clothes into. The dog barked again, shuffling towards its dead owner.

"Mate, why is that dog still alive?!"

Petyr was silent for a moment while he set a flattened sheet of plastic and rolled the grey suited body onto it before returning to the pool of blood.

"The dog is still alive because that way I don't have to clean that up too."

"Whatever you say. I'll leave you to your fun."

Kegan left moments later, the door slamming shut behind him and Petyr let out a breath of relief. Blood was everywhere, in a pool on the floor, splattered up the poker table, covering the animal's paws and even dripping through the plastic sheeting. Baelish estimated there had been seven bullet wounds, all to the chest, he'd clocked twelve spent shell casings though which meant five more bullets lay scattered around the abandoned warehouse. With song lyrics buzzing around his head Petyr tied off either end of the damp plastic sheeting and carried the body out and into the trunk of his car. He'd been right, the docks were completely abandoned; I could run around naked for an hour and no one would see, the dark-haired Cleaner laughed to himself.

It was then Petyr decided, decided to burn the place to the ground. Feet carried him back to his duffel bag where he crouched and pulled put a small black spray bottle of ammonia,safer than carrying around hydrogen peroxide though not as effective. It didn't matter the fire would destroy any DNA that remained. He spread the chemical quickly, diluting and destroying all in its path. Then he looked down to the dog, a puppy really, a Wolfdog if he wasn't mistaken.

"What am I to do with you?" He asked the creature as it padded towards him. "Sit." The dog obeyed. "So you're trained, a little anyway. Don't worry little puppy dog, I won't kill you. I think animals are more important than most of humanity, probably more intelligent too."

T he puppy had no leash, only a pink spiked collar that Petyr thought hideous, he bent down and picked up the dog settling it in his arms quietly and walking off to his car. TheWolfdog seemed happy enough to sit patiently in his classic Aston Martin while Petyr pulled an empty jerrycan from his trunk behind the wrapped body. Baelish had filled the car up that morning and knew he could siphon enough off to get a good fire going and that was just what he did.

Soon enough Petyr stood watching the flames take over the large warehouse on the docks, by the time anyone got to it all evidence would be gone. The body would end up in Shark bellies like all the others and never be found.

Two hours later Petyr found himself and the dog out on his yacht throwing chunks of unnamed man over the side feeding the hungry sharks. It amazed Petyr that just a little bitof blood called so many great whites in; like ringing a dinner bell. The dog sat on the dock alternating between watching the sharks swimming through the blue water and Petyr himself. Once the yacht had been docked again and his house was in view Petyr turned his attention back to the animal.

"Alright, you're going to a shelter." The dog whimpered. "Don't look at me like that. You're going to a shelter." The dog continued to stare at him. "Great! Do I just take in strays now? What am I saying? No, you're going to a shelter or I leave you here on the dock, your choice."

The animal looked up at him with big dark eyes, he refused to be swayed by the young creature. Until...

"Fine."