Cereals in the bowl, milk brimming over wetting them and a little in a glass. Theon got up early, he did not need to feel Ramsay moving close to wake up, his schedules had arranged for advantage. In his early days there he could not wake up on time and prepared breakfast long after Ramsay got up, he was punished for it hundred of times, he was slow to learn.

"Good morning, father."

"Good morning, Reek." Ramsay kissed his lips, slowly, he had the mouth moist and a fresh breath like mint. "Come, sit down, let's play a game."

Ramsay had under his arm the chest, he knew the game and always lost. Theon yawned and pulled the stool to the table. The licenses were taken out of the chest, five of which were distributed to each one.

"Come on, I'll let you start."

He rummaged the licenses, took one at random and rubbed his eyes to correctly read the letters. "Alison."

"Alison. Twenty years old, her birthday is on February 19 and lied about her weight, by so much."

Correct, he returned the license to the chest. Alison was a woman killed by Ramsay when he was only ten years old. She did not cry much and died quickly, was few the blood that he had to clean of the mattress, but it was heavy drag her to the winery, Ramsay had to help him.

"Okay, ready?" Ramsay asked and knew the answer, he was never prepared. "Helicent."

"Melbourne sixteen forty-two, department seven, of his property. She was born on September 7, you said she was honest about her weight, she put fifty seven."

Ramsay laughed. "Too bad, Reek. Come on, strive a little more."

"She was... was twenty-five years old."

"No, a little higher."

"Twenty seven? I do not know, Father, I do not know about that."

"Do not worry, you'll learn."

Ramsay stored the license before going to work, that morning he had left the bowl almost filled up so his hunger was completely satisfied. He ate every last of the cereals and swallowed every drop of milk, his tongue led which adhered to the bottom of the bowl.

He made Ramsay's bed for the night and when he finished washing the glass and the bowl could go back to sleep. He dreamed of the day when Kyra cried and screamed too much, the sweat drenched his body. At noon he began studying, the pages were yellowish, some drawings divided the letters, that made less tiring having to read it. The head, brain, eyes, nose, mouth and ears, by themselves were complex but was turning feasible when imagining that those were body parts of Ramsay.

He studied hard all the afternoon so that his father will be proud of him and at night had to interrupt it with the arrival of this. The doorbell did not ring and the creak of the door opening told him that he had to stand up. A brunette woman was introduced to the house, no screaming or fighting like the others, she walked with a smile on his face. Dark hair, blue, thin and medium eyes, he had to learn every detail to win the games.

"Hello, Hello." She staggered and spoke choppy. "I'm Myranda."

From one side to the other, one step further and she would end on the floor. She was smiling at him, none had smiled to him before, he bowed his head, he was afraid of that smile. His fingers moved restlessly while Ramsay was heading for him.

"Where is the bathroom? Oh, I have to go!"

"Take her to the bathroom, Reek."

"Yes, take me there."

He reached out and his hand snagged to Myranda's, it was soft, small and warm. she followed him awkwardly and created weight in his arm when tugging it. A chill ran down his spine when he noticed that it was the first time leading a woman down the hall without dragging her and still breathing.

"No to that bathroom, Reek." He stopped when hearing Ramsay's voice from behind. "To the other." He said while pointing with a inclination in his eyes to the winery.

And then he knew, it was the same as always except that experimenting with a new game. It must be obvious at this point, Ramsay never brought a woman home by kindness, nor let them go. Everyone who entered did not leave, he was eight years without leaving, like Kyra.

Theon leaned his back against the door, Ramsay was at his side and Myranda in the center of the room. She rummaged in her purse, took the pack of cigarettes and failed to turn it on because of the alcohol that filled his blood and did not allow her to remain stiff.

"You could smoke, but I prefer you don't do it."

"So you prefer that I don't do it, well I'd rather go to the bathroom but if you are to stand there, I'll smoke. That's what I'll do." She tried once again, was not successful.

"You remember I saw you dance? Remember?"

"Yes, I love it. I'll dance!" She moved her arms and hip, she stopped when put one foot before the other and be about to collapse. "I think I'm too drunk! Sorry, sorry!"

"Do not be silly, you're fine. Everything will be fine. Come here, come closer."

She held out a hand to Ramsay, he accepted it and pulled her toward him. Ramsay looked at him before drawing the knife and cut the throat of Myranda. From end to end, an opening separated into two parts the neck, Theon launched a sharp yelp.

"I do not like the noisy ones."

Myranda collapsed, writhed drowning in his own blood that was expelled as a cascade, it wetted his chest and dirtied the floor with a large puddle. In his mouth the blood was pilling up and bubbled, his eyes also reddened.

Ramsay observed him aside. "What did I cut?"

Theon took his time to respond, a time watching the cut and the other to erect his neck. "The carotid artery."

"Yes, the carotid artery, you're right my smart boy." Ramsay patted his head, probably an approving nod. "Clean up this mess. When you finish I want you to do clip from the newspaper, there is a story about Violet. Those FBI idiots believe that her ex-boyfriend has kidnapped her, isn't it funny?"

It was like Ramsay said, in the newspaper they accused the couple of Violet, they were so far from the truth. He carefully cut it with scissors for child and stuck on the last page of the album. He laid it in his chest headed for the living room, Ramsay was watching the news, it was the same news of the clipping.

"Look, Reek, also here we are news. The police do not know anything. We are a mystery, there is no evidence, it is as if we did not exist. It is a good day, do not you think, Reek?"

"I'm... I'm finished the album."

"Show me." Ramsay snatched it and passed page after page. "Yeah, right, it's full. You have done a good job, I'll buy you another, it is good to keep a record."

"Why do you do that?" He interrupted his eyes on the television, who know how long he would not see it after that question.

"How you say?"

"I asked why do you do that?"

"Why do you do it?"

"You force me." The words come with courage, a courage which unknown its origin.

"That's a good answer. I do it because they force me to do it."

"They did not ask you to kill them."

Ramsay throws the album, some sheets bend. "Why is this suddenly so important? They asked it, yes they did."

"When?"

"When they were damn born." Ramsay closed his left hand into a fist and he smacked his forehead, a repeated and strong times.

"Do not hurt yourself, Father, please." He whispered, he did not care whether or not he was hurt, however, when recalled that he left that morning more food was scrupulous in his needs.

"Fuck, Reek! Are you trying to make me fucking crazy again? Do I have to explain everything? They are a damn sluts, did you see her? Have you seen them? They are prostitutes."

"To me they are good people."

"To me they are good people." He mocked. "Come sit on my lap. Now, Reek! Sit!"

He did so without hesitation, Ramsay's legs unified so that he could settle in them. He tried to occupy the smallest space as possible. His face was caught and centered from the chin, Ramsay had his lips moist, the saliva foamed from the commisures.

"What you need is a woman, you're losing your mind. You have to try a woman, there's nothing as a woman to understand it."

"I do not need a woman, I have you, Father. I just need to try you, Father."

"Is that true, Reek?" Ramsay began to undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one, slowly and serene.

"Yes, Father, I would never lie to you."

The fingers contoured his bare chest, the yolks brushed his nipples. These were coupled between two fingers that pressed and pulled them up, his skin hardened and the pinkish color transmuted to a reddish one. Theon moaned, just for that his cock began to harden. Without carefully deliberate it, his hands rushed desperate to the crotch of Ramsay. His fingers trembled with desire, slide the zipper took him a long time for his clumsiness.

"No, no, Reek. Did I told you to do that?"

"No, Father."

"No, right? Then, why do you do it?"

"I don't know, sorry."

"Apologizing is not enough, Reek. What have I told you I do to the insolent boy?"

"You punish them, Father, and I've been an insolent child."

"And if you know that they are punished, what are you waiting? Is that the correct position for punishment?"

Theon denied shaking his head. Removed the rag pants, revealing his bony legs, his skinny ass and his half hard cock. He knelt in front of the legs of Ramsay, his belly layed on his thighs, his palms opened clutching to the floor and his legs held in his toes.

"Why should I punish you, Reek?"

"For trying to touch you, Father. I was not allowed to touch you."

"Exactly and that's why I'll hit you four times, do you agree with that, Reek?"

"Yes, of course, Father."

Ramsay's hand stroked his butt in circles, he bit his lip waiting for that delicacy to vanish. The fingers took off, gasped expectantly, he sensed it would hurt and the burning without existence was spreading by the few meat. The arm bends and the palm was adjusted to his butt afte the breeze had it. Theon screamed, the hit bounced along his legs, his stomach clenched.

"One, Reek."

"One, daddy." He repeated.

His fingers curled, his nails scraped the ground and were hurting, breaking and getting some blood being released. The breeze was established by the separation of the skins it was more rushing than the palm.

"Two, Reek."

"Two, daddy."

His cock hardened much more with the second thrust, this was rubbing against Ramsay's leg when shaken back and forth by the impulse of the hand. The palm took longer to release him and made him feel more anxious.

"Three, Reek."

"Three, daddy."

Stronger, it hurt like no previous hit. He took pains to keep his tiptoes, his legs twisted and his knees bent. And the last arrived, he gasped for a moment, his throat dried.

"Four, Reek."

"Four, daddy."

His bulging cock rubbed in the leg of Ramsay when depart from this. On his knees oriented to the spacing of the opposite legs and stood in him, his head rested on one thigh, the warmest.

"Now, Reek, you can touch me now."

Theon paid attention to every word and pretending tranquility unbuttoned his pants, Ramsay's cock was much more rigid and wet than his. His lips kissed the tip, his tongue licked the nascent pre seminal fluid.

"No, Reek, do it with your hand. And used only one, I want you to fuck yourself with the other."

His fingers were extended in the trunk, Ramsay's cock was so wet that it would be a short time he would have to play it, much less if it had been with his mouth. And with the fingers of the other hand he circumscribed his butt, there where the palm of Ramsay deposited a thick reddish mark. A finger was introduced, he exhaled tended, and another accompanied him. Ramsay roared and he groaned.

His hip wiggled, Wiggles her hips, up and down, his fingers reached deeper when moving in turns and separate his meat. In Ramsay's cock in his hand moved hastily, at the tip his fingers hugged the sensitive skin and Ramsay crunched his teeth consequently. The man entangled his fingers in his hair and agitated gradually his fingers, in some occasions brutally, that was when he regained his composure.

His fingers were more impetuous in his interior, another one ventured, his mouth opened and his breath was stirring. His body heated in excess, the tip of his cock wet. The one of Ramsay stepped forward, the seed came much earlier than expected. And Theon knew he had to stop, even if he was unsatisfied with that light touch.

"Good boy. Go to bed, it is too late for a child to be awake, you have to get up early tomorrow to study."

"Yes, Father."