He was studying hidden under the table when his father came home with a new victim. She was a beautiful young woman, perhaps still a little girl, with dark eyes and brown hair. Crying and crawling was confined to the room waiting for her near laceration. For a short time sobs were heard but then nothing and that gave more fear than the sobs. The door opened and closed noisily. Ramsay turned to him and shrugged his shoulders cocking his head to see him under the table.
"She is ready." He said when reaching out his hand. "Come on, Reek, you have to prepare for her."
Theon did not move a muscle and tried to concentrate on the words of the book. Ramsay sighed and sat down in front of him, took his books separating them to one side so that the only thing he concentrates were those clear eyes.
"Are you afraid? Okay, it's your first time. Come on, get out of there. Come on, hurry up, you should wipe yourself for her, why do not you want to dirty her with your smell of shit, right?"
"N-no, I do not want to dirty her."
I do not want to see her. I do not want to touch her. I do not want to hurt her. I do not want to kill her. Why he could not have his first time with Ramsay? He would really enjoy that. Ramsay prepared the bath, the water filled the half of it. The steam fogged the mirror and heated the cold air of the bathroom.
"Take off your rags, Reek."
He did not believe it would be a good thing, always that he was asked to undress for other things, some pleasant at first and others unpleasant until the end. His pants descended very close to his legs, caressing them, and when taking off his shirt let that the scars on his back to be visible.
Ramsay indicated him to enter to the tub and slowly moved his legs, lowered his head when passing next to him. The water was warm so his entry was rapid, his skin crawled to just touch but then got used to the pleasure of the heat. Ramsay approached to him, the sound of his footsteps getting closer, focused his eyes on the water. He will punish you. He could not think of anything else, there is no reason for a bath, Ramsay liked his smell. Perhaps there would be drown, the water was a good tool to make him learn. Surely that night he would not be thirsty.
Ramsay had a rag in his hand, dips it and shook before pose it on his back. A shiver arched his back, a short and high-pitched whine broke free of his mouth. The rag descended gently like the water drops. That would be a dream, it could not be real, Ramsay never will treat him so well.
He did not remember what it feels like to take this kind of baths, always that he dirtied by the blood of others Ramsay allow him to use the washing tap for five minutes. Those were the baths he knew, although they were useless for him, by then the blood was already deeply embedded in the skinand five minutes were not enough to remove it completely, and small traces of it adorned his skin until next time Ramsay ceded him five minutes.
"W-why should I do this, Father?"
"Why you ask? Because it's a good way to prove that I can trust you and there is only one way to achieve that."
"But I do not wanna do it, Father. I-I can prove you that you can trust me in another way, please, it must be another way."
The rag went over his shoulders, his arms and flowed into his chest, the softness was increasing. In his belly his body began to go numb, his bones were relaxing and lost control of his muscles. Ramsay stopped in his pelvis, without reaching the union of this with his crotch.
"What have I told you about questioning me, Reek?"
"I must not do it, Father. Good children do not ask questions." "Okay, the good children obey. You are a good boy don't not you? You will obey me, right?"
"Yes, of course, I'm a good boy and I will obey you, Father. I'll do anything you want."
His legs were carved carefully, a tingle was originated in the heels and was spreading throughout the body. His cock slightly hardened, he positioned his legs one very attached to the other so that Ramsay would not notice. He did not, that's what he wanted to believe, a bland blush invaded his cheeks.
Ramsay wiped his body, carefully ensuring that nowhere remained moist. He gave a clean new shirt, not like the ones he always used that were old and wide by his father burly body. It was pink, the white buttons were buttoned slowly as Ramsay moved his fingers. Finally he settled his hair, passing the long strands of his bangs behind his ears. And he kissed his forehead approving his new and stylish appearance, he had a wet smile.
The fingers of both hands were bound, his were warm and wrinkled by water, his father's fingers were cold and rough. His eyes were lost in the hallway, so often he had gone to the room of Ramsay and perhaps the last chances did not want to do it.
A girl rolled up in one of the corners, was crying and covered his face with her arms, the long hair hung down his legs. Jeyne. He must remember that name and what he would do with her. Jeyne Poole. He stepped to the side, Ramsay went to her. The door was open, he could have run but remained faithful watching.
Jeyne was breathing agitated, trying to shrink much more to the point of wanting to disappear on the wall. Ramsay grabbed her ankle and knocked her. The nails ripped the ground, Ramsay sat down and lifted her supporting his back in the chest and the strong arms around his neck.
"Good, good. Calm down, quiet, you have to cooperate." Jeyne silenced when having the neck bones being pressed. "Do not worry. That's it, good girl."
Ramsay separated her arms, positioning them on the contour of the torso. He moved her hairs which was tangled in the face and stroked her neck descending to her breasts. The clothes were torn discovering a higher proportion of pale skin.
"Look at him." Jeyne obeyed, Theon had not the courage to raise his eyes and correspond the scared gaze. "It's his first time. He is somewhat shy, yes and I want you to be nice to him, you understand?"
Ramsay drew his knife and Jeyne's breathing become violent again, tears threatened with wetting her face. The knife was inclined to the neck height, she walked away engaging even more to Ramsay's chest.
"Do you see this? If you treat him badly I will use this on you."
Ramsay pulled her away, the body scattered across the floor and stood there. Ramsay licked his teeth, Theon could feel the heat of this at the time he made his way to him.
"I do not want you to forget what we talked about." He whispered. "If you do not do it I'll do it myself, and you know how it will end. Keep your head up, Reek, like a lion." Stretched his neck, his eyes dug into the other's. "Have fun."
Ramsay put the knife in his hand. Oh, it felt good. If he acted quickly could cut his throat, he knew were to nail it to break the carotid artery, he studied enthusiastically. And what would he do next? Yes, with the necessary strength and good reflexes would achieve kill him, but then, how would leave from that house? He had no key and only Ramsay knew the hiding pace of it, with or without Ramsay he will end rotting in those walls eaten away by moisture. At the moment when the opposite palm rested on his shoulder he knew he had no thirst for blood, not even if it was of that man.
The door closed, without thinking it twice throwed the knife and curled up on the floor. Very low was heard the TV, his father expected him to act comfortably, it was the weather report, a sunny and warm evening.
"I'm Jeyne. I'm eighteen years old."
"I know." You should not talk to me. You do not have to.
"What's your name?"
He hesitated, his father called him with a name, however, he knew other. "Reek."
"You'll hurt me, Reek?" She asked, she had the soft voice, sweet and terrified.
"I do not want to, but he does. He expects me to do so."
Jeyne began to move stealthily, slowly one centimeter to another. Theon took up the knife before she had it. And that was what she wanted, she froze when missing the opportunity, but a few seconds later resumed walking.
"Tell me, Reek, you have a knife, we can not escape?"
"There's no exit."
"How long have you been here?"
"Eight years, I was ten when he caught me."
"Sorry, Reek. He makes you hurt right?" She saw his hand, the expression of horror was impregnated when noticing his missing finger.
The words that come out of that thin mouth were too sweet to be true, he knew that the first moment he drop his guard she could make some move and trigger his insolvency that would make Ramsay punish him.
"Yes, but only when I give him reasons."
She came closer, so close. Theon wanted with all his might to flee from the room, run away and sneak under the table with his books or puzzles that distanced him from the screams of women. He was not made for that, he was not a worthy son of Ramsay.
"If he wants sex, I'll do it with you." Jeyne slides the fabric of the vest, she had a scrawny shoulder. "I'll do whatever you want."
"No, I want nothing. This is not just for that."
"Then why did he bring me here?" Jeyne asked almost in a desperate cry.
"He wants me to murder you and try you. I've never done it."
She smiled, maybe a sign of compassion for both or an expression of pity. She finished taking off his jacket and suppressed all the space that was distancing them. "You never slept with someone?" He did not answer, did not know what answer was correct. "You can touch me. All you want. I'll tell you how my body works."
"I know how your body works." He stood up and held out his uninjured hand to Jeyne. "Rise, let me use my knowledge in your body. He will be impatient, he never takes so long."
She did so, the arms circled his back, hugging him. She was so warm, it would be a shame to have to cool her. She drove his hands through his body, they stalled at the waist. She was slim, with shapely meat, the bones of the ribs were small, adaptable to his fingers. His hands moved from one place to another, without stopping at none in particular, he wanted to cross her completely. And she allowed him to do it, Jeyne caressed his face like never before somebody did it.
"Did I hurt you?"
She denies tilting her head, tears tore her eyes, she lied. She kissed his cheek, they were soft lips flavored like strawberry. His fingers were wagging in circles around the waist, preparing that zone to make it easy.
"Are you okay?"
Jeyne affirmed and closed his eyes with the passing of the knife. She moaned, he was making her suffer. The tip of the knife recreated the inclinations of her fingers, he was careful to not stick it early. He hissed a few times to calm her and when preparing the energy in his hand held her lips on his. If it was another situation he will be embarrassed by his lack of experience in kissing.
The sound of skin and flesh being pierced never was so beautiful. A scream drowned in her mouth and the next spread over the air. The blood was wetting his hand, he never imagined that will contain that gratifying sensation. Jeyne's legs weakened, gently he laid her in the ground.
"Jeyne, calm, I know what I do. Hold on, please."
"You nailed it."
"I know, I'm sorry, if I did not he would have." He removed his shirt and grouping it pressed the outline of the wound, the rigid knife shook with the forced breaths. "I tried to avoid the vital organs, I think I succeeded."
"H-how do you know? I do not want to die."
"You will not die. I told you, I told you, I know how your body works. I've studied it, you'll be fine, you'll be fine for a few days."
"A few days?"
"Yes, you'll bled to death. But I will not allow it, you will scape before me from here, I will take you to a hospital. They will take care of you. So help me, shut up and do not move, the dead ones do not move or make noises. I have to hide you, I must make him believe you're dead. Trust me, will you trust me? "
"I trust you, Reek."
"Theon, call me Theon."
The only place that was flooding his mind was the hold. He will hide her next to Kyra.