Chapter One: Eight years later

Rules:

1. You will do what he says, that will be your job.

2. You'll clean his house. Garbage bags, mop, bucket, broom, those are your tools.

3. You will prepare the breakfast to him each morning. For the rest of your life.

4. You would not eat or drink if he does not order you. You will eat after he has done it and just the leftovers.

5. If the doorbell rings means that he has brought in one. You have ten seconds to open the locks.

6. Every night he brings a newspaper, when finished of reading it you will search stories about lost people, you'll cut them well and carefully, and will add them to the album.

7. With treasures: the licenses in the chest and the money in the bottle.

8. The TV is forbidden for you if he did not offer it to you.

9. If someone knocks on the door. No one will do it.

10. If you steal to him you will be punished. If you try to escape or not have clean the house you will be punished. If you get nervous or you hinder him you will be punished.

11. He will call you Reek. He is called Ramsay but you must call him father.

This is the world, he, you and them... nothing more.

Theon was putting a license in the chest when the doorbell rang. One. His legs moved swiftly, the chains were at first an impediment but he got used so rather to hinder they could help him. And it was a new, lighter and longer than was hooked on the wall of the kitchen, it was so extensive like the inside of the house but were not long enough to let him out. Two. Three. The corridor. Four. The living room. Five. Six. The kitchen. Seven. The door. Eight. Two locks. Nine. Three more locks. Ten. Back to the kitchen, next to the counter.

Ramsay's fingers pulled some blond long hairs. The shouts came from a young woman who was kicking, she stopped doing it when being thrown to the ground, his head bounced and got a resounding echo. From there she was dragged into the room.

When covering his head with the hood of the suit he lay on the bed and tried to sleep, however, the screams of the woman were strong and exceeded the cloth covering his ears. He squeezed them with the hands and the shouts no longer nailed in him so strongly. He slipped under the table, the noises couldn't reach there and was a great help during those eight years.

Then the screams stopped, not because he was covered by the table but because they had really done. The door opened and instead of Ramsay's steps those who were heard were the sobs of the woman. She ran staggering to the door in the living room and unable to open it went to the kitchen. She had fewer clothes that when arrived and cuts all over his body, blood adorned her skin.

"How do I get out of here?"

Theon noticing that she was seeing her lowered his head and ignored her. She went around the room looking for a way out, he knew she would not find one, once he tried the same thing and that didn't help him so much.

"Where? Which is the way out?"

She came closer to him, the cutting in the chest was wide so the blood was going out choppy. Closer and closer, his breath was stirring, he walked away as much as he could, and the woman anyway captured his shoulders. He prayed so that Ramsay know that he wanted to get away.

"Please, I just want to go home! How the hell do I get out from here? Tell me."

And that was all he heard, the voice was cut and from moment to moment her head fell. A knife stuck in the back of this, where the hair gathered in a ponytail. The hands on his shoulders released him and the body collapsed on the floor. And standing in the living room was Ramsay.

"A difficult girl." He said retrieving the knife. "Go get some alcohol, a needle and thread."

Ramsay sat on the bed and he behind, wet the cotton with alcohol and passed through the wound under his left eye. The cut had the same length as the eye, not as wide. Ramsay squirmed at the time that the cotton spread through each section of the wound. He prepared the needle, his fingers were trembling and sweating.

"It's more fun when they fight. She sure gave me fight."

His wrist leaned on the cheek and pressing the needle with his fingers began to penetrate the skin. A few small holes from inside to outside, the skin raised when having the needle covered and as well this was bloodied.

"Are you listening to me, Reek?"

"Y-yes, I do."

"Very well, listening is good."

He tugged the thread joining the separated skins. Stick the needle again was the the hardest part, he had to control his trembling hands and find the right place to create the hole. And remove it from the skin was more comfortable, his fingers rested on the skin helping when removing the needle.

"And she ran. She has given you more work, Reek, she has filled the whole house of blood."

He tied the thread carefully, a circle and was articulated at the end of the cut. Ramsay frowned. He saved the alcohol, the needle and thread, and began to mop the floor with his old friends the brush and the bucket. The floor was the easiest, remove the blood from the mattress and sheets was the complicated thing. Once it took him a whole night to remove the blood from the mattress, it was dry and adhered to the deeper layers, and so was punished for delay the sleep of Ramsay.

With the shovel dug a hole of the length of the woman and deep enough so it would fit the whole body and the earth above it. The hole was close to Kyra's, each year Ramsay allowed him to weep for her. Women were deposited in the warehouse, it was a room that Ramsay added with walls of sheet metal. He filed the license in the chest, was named Violet, and the money in the bottle, it was a few. He dragged the woman on the ground, he did not want to dirty and did not have the strength to lift her in his arms.

In the kitchen he straightened up, though he kept his head down. Ramsay was drinking a beer and leaned an arm in a thick book.

"I've finished cleaning, Father. Can I sleep now?"

"No, Reek, I was thinking we could talk. I work all day and you have little time, you must feel alone without anyone to talk to. Come here, sit down, we will have a family moment."

He sat in front of him, his fingertips barely relied on the wood, moving his fingers nervously. Few opportunities were those where he was ordered to postpone his dream, he did not complain and was not allowed the yawns. Ramsay cocked his head and forced himself to raise his eyes.

"You want to learn things?" He asked. "Because knowledge is important, otherwise others will trample you. I know things you should learn and I will not allow my son to be ignorant." The book was approached to him. "Take it, it is for you. Are you going to study and learn."

"About what?" Slowly his fingers mounted the book, it was blue and had a hardcover.

"About people, what they have inside."

"Why?"

"Without education, you're lost. You've seen some things, I showed you some things but you didn't understand them. You put together puzzles, the kind with the picture out of the box, right?"

"Yes, I do."

When Ramsay was good rewarded him with a puzzle, they were those that were available in any store. He was careful when assembling them so that the carton won't broke and could use it more than once. They were not complex, he could assemble three in one afternoon and in that way forced Ramsay to bring him many more of them. Those were his only toys in addition to the broom.

"People are so, images on the outside and parts on the inside. This book is about the human puzzle. You must study it and learn how to tear apart a person, re-assemble it and understand it. So study it, just study, would not want to be chained here the rest of your life, right?"

"No, no." His words came the agitated heart.

"No, right? There is hope even for you, study hard and then maybe we can reach an agreement."

"An agreement, why?"

"To unchain you and get out, you can bring someone then. When you grew up, I believe that soon you will want to bring a woman."

"I will not do puzzles, I do not want to kill them."

Theon thought very well and dropped the book, giving a little boost toward the other. He was not happy having to bury them and fewer would be if he had to be the cause of that burial. He did not want the blood of others sticked in the leather, he did not want a knife in his hands, did not want be like Ramsay. It was easier to be Reek.

Ramsay sighed and striking with his fist the table stood up. "I'm offering you the gift of wisdom! And you despise it! You'll be chained to the wall your whole damn life, boy!" He was close, very close. Theon shrugged, his shoulders lifted and his back hunched. "I was not going to show you, but since you act like that. Look at that, that man is who you called father."

The palm rested on the table, in this a pic was discovered. Dad. He did not remember so, that man was too old to be his father, but he could remember that boat. Every summer the Greyjoy family embarked at sea, aboard the Silent, his uncle Euron's boat.

"He's having a happy holiday, is having a great life. You see? He is not someone who misses you." Ramsay said and raised his face, his fingers squeezed his cheeks. "You only have me, nobody else." He stared at him for a moment, then let him go. "Go, go to bed."

He does not miss you. You do not care. He knew it was not true, it could not be, he did not wanna believe that. He have not looked for you and will not look for you. The man in that photo was not his father, he did not remember those factions. Perhaps he did not recognize him for so long time elapsed without seeing him and Ramsay would not lie to him, he always told him the truth.

"Take off those rags." He said. "I want to fuck you, that useless woman was no good for that."

First the pants, the jumper and the shirt —was previously of Ramsay, was stretched and it was big for his skinny bones— and finally the underwear. Every other day Ramsay requested the same thing and not that it bothered him, it was all he liked of that man. On the bed he knelt, with his palms on the mattress arched his back downwards and waited for Ramsay to come closer.

His face reddened being aware of Ramsay's eyes that stopped at every detail of his skinny legs. And those thick lips would be wet, glistening with saliva that would dye them.

"You're so skinny, Reek. Your body is not cute, you need to eat more." He told him, he wanted to remember those words later. "Come on, do something to put my dick hard, your skinny bones are not enough. Quick, do as I taught you."

Ramsay taught him how to do it and rarely put it in practice so for him was still difficult to get it. His legs distanced, his hip wiggled until crumble on the mattress. His legs made a minimum increase and fell with haste, again and again the same thing.

His cock rubbed against the mattress, friction made him moan and caused him the annoying bloating. That was the exclusive way he could use to rub himself, his hands should strive to stay apart and not assist him. He depended on his hip and how fast his legs could move.

And was not enough with that, that does not satisfy him how fast or strong that he shook himself, he did not reach the peak of his climax that made him ejaculate. He needed Ramsay's gross hands around his member squeezing it until force the coming out of his seed.

"Please, Father, help me."

"Help you with what?"

"My cock. Help me cum, daddy."

"As you wish Reek."

The air was warmer as Ramsay closed the distance between them. Theon did not dare to see him, the hands moved over his spine and he shivered. The fingers got stuck in the tip, wet, and spread gently by the trunk. They went up and down, once gentle, the others surly and rough. They weren't more than three of the subsequent to make his seed sprout.

"Well done, Reek." Pressed his member until all the liquid finished its bursting out. "And now, what you want me to do with you?"

"Fuck me." He said with the tone that a complaint would have. "Fill me with your cock, Daddy."

His legs returned to the starting position, were not shaking for fear but by the irritating wait. Ramsay accommodated his pelvis and put his dick in his ass, in the separation of his buttocks. The rigidity slid from up to down, feeling his entry in a mockery movement. Theon bit his lower lip, he liked being like that, at Ramsay's mercy, however, he hated the foreplay. And he could not move to conclude with them, that would not please the other.

"Please do not make me wait more. Please, fuck me, Daddy."

"Oh my dirty boy, if you were more patient you'll enjoy it more."

Ramsay just pushed his hip and covered the entire length of his entry. He screamed, his neck stretched and leaned his head back. His fingers curled, his mouth opened and saliva ran down the commissures. One of the hands of Ramsay was planted in his hair and the other at the waist, the tips of his fingers dug on him and pulled him to the other body.

One onslaught after another, more abrupt and tights. His interior burned, Ramsay's cock hit his prostate making him twist. He couldn't control his voice or his lips, these shook without letting him group them. The strength increases and a tiny pain appeared, it was insignificant beside fruition. He liked in such a measure that made him feel indecent.

Deeper, one, two or three times more and he finished. The semen refilled him, Ramsay groaned and from his mouth expelled a long moan. The contrary body rested on his back a few seconds, until the breaths were normalized.

"Thank you, Daddy." He thanked at the moment when Ramsay released him and the cold belly licked the skin of his butt.

"Sleep well, my sweet Reek." Ramsay kissed his forehead, then the nose and mouth, it had a sweet taste on the lips and one sour on the tongue.