The hounds made short work of Allys' corpse.

Ramsay had suggested we bury her in the Godswood and sing of her sacrifice into the dawn - even offering a bottle of his finest wine to dowse the embers that still threatened to ignite the fury that settled in my belly.

I could not explain to him that I feared she would claw her way out of the earth and drag her mangled body into the bed furs to find me; instead reminding him the hounds had not been fed. I could not tell him I still heard her screaming even as I watched the dogs tear flesh from bone; choosing to let silence seal my lips as she was ravaged in the kennels before us both. Together we watched.

When the dogs lie down with full bellies and bloodstained jowls I looked to Ramsay for guidance; lost in the darkness and no longer able to stand the sharp crack of teeth on bone as the dogs gnawed in content at the last of their meal.

Together we proceeded to the bed chambers and my Lord proceeded to wash away my sins with another steaming hot basin that soon ran red with the last reminder of Allys and her demise. I sat calmly in the tainted water and once again let my Lord cleanse me of the horrors endured at his will.

It felt like a long time before Ramsay joined me. I didn't have to look to know his eyes still burned down at my body, hot and angry and wanting as he dragged himself between my legs in the water.

"You know, you really ought to work on your temper..." Ramsay mocked at what I supposed he thought was despair and the smirk that etched across his face felt like home. Perhaps if he knew I now found comfort in his menace he would become kind and honourable just to spite me; or perhaps he would beat me until I cried his name with the same anguish I once had. I simply didn't care anymore. Ramsay could beat me, break me or feed me to the dogs. I knew I would only keep listening to the sound of his voice until my ears filled with blood and brain and floods of memories where I could still see him clearly. I would still keep listening. For his was the only voice that still echoed in my mind and filled it with something real. Even if that reality was one that most would rather not have to live through.

"You have not shed a tear of mourn for our dear Allys, little Ghost. Where is your humanity?"

Quietly, I watched him. Through the jeering and smug look on his face I could see the way his eyes searched my own for some hint of sadness - for anything he could latch onto and rip to the surface to drown me in. That familiar searching gaze turned to one of confusion when for the first time during our many years together Ramsay could not seem to find the same frightened little girl that now sat between his legs. She had died along with Allys; her vessel now filled with something hot and angry and all the more enticing to her twisted maker. The air was filled with something dark and heavy, yet somehow it burned brightly between us and forced life into lungs that had long since forgotten how to breathe it all in.

"Ghost no more."

Ramsay pulled me onto his lap with all of his usual brute force and pushed his way inside of me. I winced but did not react to the motion as he would have liked, instead daring to rest both hands on his shoulders and push myself further onto his now throbbing member. We stayed that way for a moment that felt like a lifetime - eyes locked and breathing becoming laboured in freezing water that did nothing to cool burning bodies. A hellish smile broke out across his face and he began to grind steadily against my thighs, the motion igniting a sharp stab of pleasure that forced my eyes back to the ground. The show of weakness was all he needed, like the creatures of the sea that could smell blood in the water he sensed my sudden uncertainty and pounced - literally. I was suddenly beneath him in the basin, head barely above water as calloused hands clawed at my hips and held me steady as he began to thrust. The water sprayed from the sides of our bloodbath and hit the stone beneath, but lying there underneath his body had the water come in waves, pulling me under again and again until I feared I would drown before he finished with me. Ramsay never slowed in his pace, the painfully steady rhythm beginning to really make my stomach knot. A moan threatened to spill out past my lips. With a hand knitted in my hair I rose from the depths with a gasp and fell forward into his arms as he threw himself back with our bodies still entwined. Even on top of him I knew he still held all of the power; thrust after thrust making me weaker by the second as I groaned and leaned down to rest my head against his own. As he pulsed inside of me and vicious hands began to bruise my hips I wondered what it would be like to be him. To be so certain of your strength; to know truly that you could take someone's life at any moment and to be able to fuck someone so senseless despite all that he had done to make the thought of this physically sickening had it not felt so good. The power that not so long ago had me shaking in his presence now had me quaking on top of him during mind numbingly good sex. As delicate hands snaked across taut skin and I explored every inch of hard, lean muscle and soaking wet skin between dizzy moans and heavy sighs. I began both pulling him closer and pushing him away all at once as he fucked me into oblivion. I threw my head back in both despair at what I was doing and ecstasy from a new feeling that expelled itself from my core. A cry that had sounded like no other during our previous encounters erupted from my throat without consent and I dipped down to wrestle with him to release me from his hold. The feeling became overwhelming and shaking hands began clawing at the vice like grip that held my body in place. Ramsay was not done. Like a strike of lightening he rose from the water and stalked to the bed, throwing me to the furs and dragging me back beneath his body. Without pause for breath he forced his lips unto my own and let out a deep moan, suddenly forcing his head past my own and biting down hard onto my shoulder. Fury swelled up as pain fuelled pleasure and I sank my own teeth deeply into his jaw without thought nor care. A snarl hissed out from between bloody lips as he wrapped a hand around my throat.

"Don't push it."

A warning. I had never had the luxury of a warning before and unfortunately for him I did not need one now. Ramsay would beat me bloody whether I behaved or not, as proved by many a night screaming in his furs for some lost forgiveness. I did not want his mercy. Besides, it felt damned good to bite him.

"Fuck. You."

A fist collided with my right eye and even as the skin blossomed with colours of winter flowers I laughed upon impact, knotting my hands in his hair and attempting to drag him back down to the task at hand. I failed in that, but did manage to claw my way up into a sitting position so that I now rested in his lap once more. Eyes alight with new found fury he spat directly into my gaping mouth, seething rage only encouraging my sudden insubordination. A single arm that possessed more strength than I could ever hope to muster forced my arms back to the bed and he slammed his hips up painfully into my own. I would have cried out had he not shoved his fingers so far down my throat I was sure he would touch his own cock if he pressed any further. Instead he snatched them back out and caught my face to gaze down in utterly consuming rapture as I spluttered and heaved a lungful of breath beneath his taut physique.

" I have been fucking you since the day we met, my sweet - in more ways than you could ever know."

I felt the words both sink in and get plowed out with the rest of my sanity as he took me wholly in the furs; every throb, thrust and throw of our bodies rinsing me of any emotion other than need. I moaned his name into the night and was sure the castle would think I had truly gone mad with the howls that erupted time after time as I rose higher into the delirium that consumed my mind.

I studied him in this new light like I had never done before as the beast within the man released itself without restraint. My acute awareness did nothing to change his taste nor appetite. As it always had the lust that devoured him led to bloodshed, split lips and bruises that chased away once ivory skin, replacing it with what now looked like the most beautiful mosaic I had ever bared witness to. As his own climax rose and spent inside of me I saw the carnality burn behind eyes that bore down on me in utter contempt.

I let those eyes set me on fire.

As the smoke rose up and faded his features to bliss he let his full weight come crumbling down and smothered me in both his sweat and my blood.

Together we lie in our disarray. With chests both rising and falling in heavy unison as the world around slowly came back into focus. I allowed myself to sink deeper into the comforts of the now soaked furs, his crushing weight beginning to squeeze the air from already laboured lungs. Bloodied and broken I lie there with him, no longer plagued or tormented by his touch. In my haze I was somewhat aware of steady hands rolling me listlessly around the bed until satisfied with their work. Silence consumed us both as Ramsay fell beside me, arms snaking their way around my body in a familiar unyielding grip that remained my final comfort as exhaustion outweighed all else.

The sound of his voice lulled me into slumber, but the words were nothing but faint slurs and a steady hum that only sent me deeper into oblivion.

Together we slaughtered.

Together we sinned.

Together we slept.