Past

She had cried in her car for a good thirty minutes before pulling herself together enough to drive back south. She decided she would hold up in the house and call her parents tomorrow, she hated to ruin their trip but she needed them and there was no way she could wait for them to return, plus she knew she was on borrowed time, Ramsay would likely start asking questions if she waited longer than tomorrow to contact him. She cursed herself for acting so odd when she left his house earlier.

She pulled into the driveway, the house was dark, she was exhausted from all the driving and everything that had happened. She would lock the doors, take a bath and go to bed, she would deal with everything tomorrow. She grew even more weary knowing when she woke the world was going to explode.

She unlocked the door and let herself in, she turned to hit the code into the alarm and was surprised to find it unarmed. She couldn't recall if she had armed it before she left for Ramsay's this morning, that seemed like a lifetime ago. She made her way into the kitchen and flipped on the light.

"Sit down!" he commanded.

Startled, she dropped her purse and keys while letting out a frightened yelp. She turned to run but he was faster, closing the distance, grabbing her and slamming her to the floor.

"This will go easier if you do as you're told," he hissed at her.

"Ramsay, please, you're hurting me. What's wrong?" she pleaded, "I don't understand, what's going on?"

He laughed at her then, it was hollow and cold and made her shiver.

"I think it's time we start being honest with each other, don't you? What's a relationship without honesty after all?"

He pulled her up and sat her in a chair at the kitchen table. He let out a sharp whistle and two large dogs entered from the open patio door. They growled at her and sat between her and the exits.

"They'll never hurt you unless I commanded it."

"Are you going to command it?"

"I think that is going to depend on how the next hour or so goes. But first let's relax, have a drink." He pulled a bottle of vodka from the nearby cabinet, poured a shot and set it in front of her. "Drink it," he commanded.

"I don't want it."

"I recommended you don't make me ask again, now drink it."

She stared at him, her jaw set, "No."

Her head snapped back as he struck her. "Drink the fucking shot!" he roared. She picked it up, hands shaking and downed it, it burned and caused her eyes to water. He poured another one and drank it himself, his eyes never leaving her. He poured yet another and thrust it in her hand, "Again."

"Ramsay," she started crying.

"Sansa, please, don't make this harder on both of us." He whistled again and the dog nearest to her growled and took a step forward. She picked up the drink and downed it, gagging she set the glass back on the table.

"You know you should've erased the text to yourself, that was your first mistake."

"My first mistake was ever getting involved with you," she spat at him.

He ignored her jab. "You know its rude to violate other people's privacy, go through their phone, tablet, whatever."

"You are going to lecture me about violating someone?!"

"I take it you watched your video? How many others did you watch?"

"Others?" Sansa whispered, horrified and confused. She felt sick, and not just from the vodka.

"Don't fuck around with me, how many of the other videos did you watch? Did you copy any of those?" He had picked up her purse and was pulling out her phone. He looked up at her and seemed to take in her confusion. "Ah, you thought you were the only one, sorry to shatter your sense of self importance." He started to scroll through her phone, she could only assume he was deleting the video.

"You drugged me, and that wasn't the first time."

"Yeah that bitch friend of yours interfered the first time."

He poured another shot and set it in front of her.

"Are you planning to drug me again?"

"No, I want you to remember this time, but this will help dull the pain maybe," he said it dismissively.

"This time?"

"You know what's about to happen."

Sansa felt bile rise in her throat, she hated him, everything in her told her she needed to fight. "Drink the shot Sansa," he said, his voice was oddly calm.

She let out a jagged breath and gave a slight head shake and knocked the glass over. Ramsay let out a loud sigh, rolled his eyes and back handed her out of the chair. She fell to the floor and he was upon her, he held her nose and as she gasp he poured the bottle of vodka in her mouth. She choked and coughed, the vodka burning, stealing her capacity to breathe. He sat back in the chair looking down at her as she turned on her side, sputtering and attempted to regain the ability to breathe.

"Enough of your stalling," he muttered. He pulled her up from the floor and bent her over the table. He flipped her skirt up and she heard his zipper. "Don't, don't," she sobbed. She tried to turn, kick, struggle, she tried to fight him, in his anger he grabbed by her hair and smacked her head into the table hard, everything went dark for a moment, she felt her knees buckle. "Hey, wake up," he snapped as he repositioned her over the table so it was holding her up.

"If it helps you can think of Jon, like you always have," he breathed in her ear, causing her to sob harder. With that he tore her panties to the side and was inside her. Sansa cried out and began to sobbed in pain. She tried to leave her body. She could see Ramsay's dog studying her, it's head leaning to one side, judging her and her inability to fight him off. She switched her focus instead to the curtain blowing in the open patio door. She focused on the way it billowed, moving into the room and then back out the door like a dancer. She tried not to focus on the way the edge of table bit into her thighs each time he thrust into her, she just kept staring at the curtain and it's movements.

It seemed like time had stop, she wasn't sure if he had finished quickly or if it had gone on for some time, but she finally felt him shutter, pull out and spill himself across her backside. He was breathing hard and sat down in the chair she had been in earlier. She didn't move other than to reach back and push her skirt back down to cover herself. She felt light headed, whether from the trauma or the vodka she wasn't sure.

"I knew you were weak the moment I met you," he scoffed, finally breaking the silence.

Sansa said nothing, she had stopped crying and lowered herself to the floor.

Ramsay took a long pull from the vodka bottle and thrust it at her, "Drink." She took a long swallow, nothing mattered anymore, she was shattered, she didn't even choke this time; if the vodka burned her body didn't register it.

"You didn't fight for yourself, those guys attacked you, and when the school did nothing you didn't fight back, your parents didn't fight back. That told me all I needed to know about you."

"How many others were there?" she finally whispered.

"A few, only a couple made trouble though, but father paid them off, it's pathetic what poor people will allow for money. That's why we had to move though, father said if we stuck around they might talk, or ask for more money. That's why he hated you though, he knew your family didn't need money, there would be no buying the Starks off if I "gave in to my nature." I couldn't tell him he'd need not worry, that I had accessed you, I knew you were weak, that you won't fight back."

"And the video?"

"I liked to relive the moment, plus Carl and I trade them. You should thank me actually." That caused Sansa to look up at him in disbelief. "What?" she said in a choked sob.

"He wanted to have a turn with you that night, but I told him no. I have to say I was shocked to find you were a virgin though. I had always assumed you'd let Jon have a go at you before he left for school."

"You're jealous of him."

"You know you always looked at me like you were disappointed I wasn't him and I didn't appreciate that you called him the first time we went out, or nearly every time you got the slightest bit tipsy, always slinking off to call him. It just confirmed to me that you were pathetic, longing after your brother's friend, and he didn't even want you. I doubt he'd want you now, not after I've had you like I have, you know he never will. Drink."

She took another pull of the vodka and set the bottle to the side. He picked it up and put it on the table.

"Get up," he ordered. She didn't move, he reached down and grabbed her by the upper arms and hauled her to her feet. He walked her to the sink and handed her a towel, "Clean up," he directed. She wiped herself up and he tossed the towel in the trash.

"Let's go get you some new clothes, we are going for a ride." He forced her up the stairs, the dogs trailing them, and into her room. She stumbled a couple of times, the vodka had clearly made its way into her system. She put on new panties and jeans in her room and looked around, she was hoping there was a way to escape. She knew that if she left this house with him she was unlikely to return alive. He had said it himself, she could not be bought off, what other option did that leave him?

They made their way back downstairs, back into the kitchen. "Take this," he said and thrust a small pill towards her.

"You said you won't drug me again."

"That was for earlier, we need to take a ride and you need to take this." He dropped the pill in her hand and held out the vodka to her.

She shook her head. He sighed in disguise and whistled, they dogs charged to her, snapping and barking.

"Make your choice."

She stared at him with all the hate she could muster and placed it in her mouth, it dissolved before she could spit it out as she planned, it was bitter on her tongue. He rolled his eyes at her, "Have it your way."

He picked up her keys and her purse. "Let's go."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the front door. They made it outside and headed towards her car. She wanted to run but she knew he would let the dogs at her and the vodka had already made her slow.

They reached the car and she entered through the passenger's door. She sat down and went to pull the door closed. "Ah, ah, no, you're driving."

"What? I can't drive, you've assured that."

"We aren't going far, get it together," he snapped and shoved her over. She stumbled over the console and slid into the driver's seat. He stuck the key in the ignition and started the car.

"Drive."

xxxxx

They headed east, out of town towards the state forest. Sansa gripped the wheel tightly, using all of her energy to focus on keeping the car on the road.

"What if I promise to not tell anyone?" She didn't want to plead for her life but she didn't want to die either.

"I can't trust you. You snooped through my files and sent one to yourself, what was your plan with that?"

"What does it matter? You deleted it, I have nothing to support my claim even if I made one, but I won't, I swear it."

"You would turn me in as soon as you could, evidence or not, and once the news got wind of it all those other girls would start turning up. No, there is no other option now."

"Ramsay," she began.

"Please, save it, you can't appeal to my love for you or whatever it was you were going to try and do. I wanted you sure, but as Roose would tell you, I'm incapable of love." He laughed after that, a dry brittle laugh, Sansa found no humor in his words.

"Speed up," he ordered.

"There's a curve ahead," she countered.

"I'm aware," he seemed unconcerned.

Sansa glanced at him, he seemed completely unhinged now, muttering or praying to himself, she wasn't sure which, she couldn't make out any of the words.

They passed the sign warning about the sharp curve ahead, suddenly Ramsay slid over, his foot stomped down on hers on the gas, he was laughing maniacally as the car lurched forward. Sansa screamed trying to hit the brake with her other foot. Ramsay punched her and then grabbed the wheel jerking it hard to the right just as the curve began. The last thing Sansa heard was her screams mingling with Ramsay's laughter and the sound of shattering glass and twisting metal. And then everything went black.