There was just something about Arya Stark that just captured a man's attention.

Maybe it was that self-confidence. That knowing little smirk. That fucking sexy little body. Maybe it was the fact that she was a Stark, from the House of Stark of Winterfell, one of the richest and most prominent families in the county, whose father was a War Hero and one of the savviest business minds in all of Westeros and whose mother was an ex-supermodel turn housewife.

Maybe it was the fact that she herself was a super-intelligent, super sexy tom-boy who could wear the hell out of a Vivian Westwood dress one minute and then have men drooling over her in her scruffy Target style jeans the next.

Or maybe, just maybe it was because the woman was just sexy as hell. With that fall of ink black hair, stormy gray eyes, sardonic smirk that really never left her face and long toned limbs that had men – both young and old - lusting after her like the dogs they were.

And Ramsey Bolton wanted to fuck her like the dog she was. He wanted to see the fear in those gray eyes, feel the breath start to leave her body as he choked the life from her only to hold her at the brink of death and then deny her the blessedness of feeling no pain by bringing her back to life and then taking her to the brink again.

There was no power on earth more – exhilarating than the knowledge of having someone's life in your hands and you deciding whether or not they lived or died. It made you feel like a god. It made you a god. That power. That feeling. That high.

Ramsey remembered the look on Theon Greyjoy's face as he had tied him down and fucked him, remembering the power he had over the bigger, stronger man and how he had screamed. He remembered how he had dug his knife into Theon's chest, watching with morbid fascination as a thin stream of blood appeared as Ramsey carved him up.

That feeling, that power. Was addicting. And he wanted to feel it again.

With Arya Stark.

Watching her from across the café where she sat with her deformed bodyguard that went with her everywhere, Ramsey wanted her like he wanted his next breath.

There was something so inherently – dark about the youngest Stark girl. A tinge of danger and darkness that drew someone like him to her like a moth to a flame. But it also caused the voices in his head to hiss a warning out to him.

Be careful, be careful. They whispered. He never did do well with being told what to do.

Her sister, Sansa, was light to her dark. Classically beautiful, tall, red-headed almost regal. But Arya, was different. Earthy, sensual with that touch of darkness.

And if he were honest with himself, he had been obsessed with her for years. From the very first time he laid eyes on her in middle school till now, Ramsey Bolton had wanted to possess Arya Stark, darkness and all.

Licking his lips, Ramsey stood and moved towards the pair, never taking his eyes from his prey. They were the only ones in the café save for the two workers behind the till and her dog. No one to witness his taking of Arya Stark.

"Lady Stark," he greeted mockingly as he approached her table, ignoring the warning glower from the deformed freak beside her.

Sandor Clegane.

Ex-Navy Seal and if rumors were true ex-convict. The man was even more intimidating up close, with one side of his face burnt almost beyond recognition and his scowl deadly as he stared at Ramsey like he was considering killing him and selling his organs on the open market.

Word had it that he initially was supposed to be the eldest daughter's bodyguard but she had refused once she had seen the tragedy of his face, citing to her father that she couldn't possibly be seen with someone who looked like Clegane.

So Arya had taken Clegane on not at all worried about the man's face and his less than stellar demeanor.

"Ramsey Bolton." Arya greeted, gray eyes wandering over him lazily, causing the side of Ramsey's mouth to hitch up. "To what do I owe the – displeasure of your company." She asked him, mouth twitching as she stared at him.

Irritation speared through him at her subtle dig.

Be careful! The voices in his head screamed. Be careful!

Ignoring those voices, Ramsey smiled at her.

"Now, now," he tutted moving so he was right beside her, noticing the tensing of Clegane's impossibly large body as Ramsey touched Arya's face almost lovingly. "Is that anyway to greet someone who just wants a moment of your time."

Something swirled in those gray depths as she stared at him, a knowing little smile touching her lips.

"You want more than a moment of my time Bolton, so take a seat." She invited, indicating the chair beside her, and leaning back in her own seat.

Ramsey licked his lips as he trailed his eyes over her tight little body, imagining it under him, that slender little neck encircled with his fingers as he fucked her and choked her at the same time.

"Why thank you," he smirked, smoothly pulling a seat out and moving it closer to her, invading her personal space.

If Clegane was even more intimidating up close, then Arya fuck she was way hotter. The tanned tone to her skin, the darkness of her hair the glint in her eyes.

In his mind's eye he could see them both, him surrounded by her blood, her screaming for his mercy.

"Go out with me. Saturday night." He told her abruptly. "Food, wine maybe a movie. Lose the dog."

The 'dog' growled at him, causing Arya to throw her head back and laugh.

"So presumptuous," she chided, as moved towards him in one fluid movement, mesmerizing Ramsey for a second. "There is always one requisite before I go out on a date with anyone." She purred her face inches from his.

"Oh?" he asked breathlessly, not even caring that the power had shifted from him to her. She was so confident in her skin. So arrogant. Like she knew the power she had over the opposite sex and wasn't afraid to use it.

He drowned out the voices by breathing in her scent.

"Yeah." She breathed, her hand resting on his knee and then moving up his thigh. His skin prickled under her touch, causing his heart to pound erratically. Shit, this woman, this girl was only eighteen years old and she was playing him like a well-played guitar.

Time to snatch that power back.

Grinning Ramsey gripped her hand, moving it up and over, letting her feel just how big he really was, hissing when she squeezed him just right.

"How about we leave my dog here and we take a look at your car." She murmured, her lips moving lightly over his cheek, causing Ramsey to almost pant with need. "I've always wanted to see what the backseat of that SUV of yours looks like." She whispered.

Fuck, who knew Arya Stark was such a wanton slut. Especially since she and that boyfriend of hers had been going out for years.

"Sounds like a – perfect idea to me." He grinned; standing abruptly he pulled her out of her chair.

"Clegane, stay." She ordered, barely looking at her scowling bodyguard as Ramsey hauled her towards the door.

"He follows orders so well." Ramsey mocked, noticing the big man shrugged and did as he was told.

"You have no idea." Arya smirked, watching him through hooded eyes.

Ramsey didn't question her sudden change of heart, all he knew was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"In." he ordered as the came up to his custom made black tinted SUV.

Pulling open the backdoor to his vehicle, Ramsey watched that tight little ass as it got into his backseat, knowing which hole he was going to fuck first.

Heart pounding and lust coursing through his veins Ramsey shut the door, pulling at his belt as he turned to the smirking Stark girl in the backseat of his car.

"Don't you want to know my requisite?" she asked him, leaning back against the door of the car.

"I don't give a fuck." He snapped, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him. Arya pouted as her body crashed into his.

"But I really, really –"

Ramsey crashed his mouth onto hers, tearing at her shirt, hungry to feel her skin under his hands, and her blood beneath his nails.

Arya chuckled as she reached down, slipping her hands inside his pants, squeezing him playfully.

"So impatient." She purred, flexing her fingers around him teasingly, causing Ramsey's eyes to roll in pure pleasure. Shit, where the hell did she learn how to do that. The right amount of pressure, the right amount of pain. "So fucking stupid." She spat, her fingers tightening around his dick painfully she pulled, hard, causing Ramsey to scream. He hand slapped over his mouth muffling his scream.

"Night, night, Bolton." Arya whispered before he felt a prick in his neck and suddenly everything went black.

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He was going to kill her. Tear through her body, rip out her organs and feast on her blood.

He was going to wipe that knowing little smirk from her face and make her scream. Right after he fucked her to death.

Ramsey Bolton struggled against the cuffs that bound him, crouched like he was taking a shit, hands cuffed to his ankles and shackled to the wall behind him, gagged so his screams couldn't be heard.

He had woken bound and gagged and had struggled to his feet in a crouched position. It was such an awkward and demeaning position to be in and it put major strain on his muscles.

He couldn't count how many times he had either fallen on his ass or fallen face first, only to struggle to get back to his feet again.

That fucking bitch was going to die! He thought viciously, pulling at the cuffs. Right after he fucked the smirk off her fucking face.

Suddenly the door slammed open and the dead bitch walking sauntered into the dingy little room she had housed him in, cold little smile on her face.

Ramsey screamed behind his gag, cursing and struggling against his binds and he lunged for her only to fall head first into the floor.

"Sorry, what?" she mocked, holding a hand up to her ear. "Wait let me get that for you." She purred, reaching down and pulling the gag on his mouth off.

"You fucking little cunt! You will die!" he screamed from his position on the floor, spittle flying and body bucking wildly.

"Well that's not nice." She chided, tapping him on the nose playfully. "After I got you accommodation worthy of your standards."

"I'm going to fuck you bitch until your scream for mercy." He hissed, pulling at his binds. "When I get free – what the fuck!" he screamed as Arya smacked him in his forehead with the palm of her hand, stunning him slightly.

"No talking." She chided.

"Fuck you, you stupid little cun –"the curse was cut off abruptly as Arya struck out at his throat causing his throat to immediately close up.

Ramsey choked for breath, coughing as he tried to breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?!

"No talking!" she insisted, whipping out a particularly large hunting knife from what seemed like nowhere causing Ramsey's eyes to widen. "Now see we –"she pointed the damn knife at him and then at herself. "– are going to come to an agreement. You will listen and I will talk."

"Little wolf –"a deep dark voice growled, causing Arya to scowl and look behind her. Only then did Ramsey notice Sandor, ink black eyes glaring at him like he would like to rip Ramsey apart with his bare hands. "– he will not be able to listen to you if he dies too early." He rumbled, indicating Ramsey who was seeing spots from his lack of oxygen.

Huffing Arya lashed out at him again, causing an instant release to Ramsey's throat as he sucked in much needed air.

"Better?" she asked, patting him on the cheek. "Good. Now our conversation." She sat before him, cross legged, casually twirling that knife right before his face in these intricate motions, almost hypnotizing him with its gracefulness. Those eyes stared at him like some science experiment shifted over his face clinically. "I wanted to kill you." She stated conversationally. "Cut you up in tiny little pieces and feed you to Nymeria." She paused staring at him again. "Had actually planned on doing that." She said lightly, smiling at him. "Sandor, convinced me otherwise."

"I need this job." The dark man grumbled. "Can't have this job if you are in prison for murder."

"That's only if I get caught." She argued.

Clegane snorted, never taking his eyes from Ramsey.

"Anyways, Sandor convinced me that instead of killing you, I should let you live with a warning."

Ramsey continued to cough, forcing a sneer to his lips.

"You think I won't retaliate you little bitch. You think that you will get away with this?" he croaked, eyes blazing.

The stupid girl smirked. Smirked! At him!

"See people are under the misconception that it's my older brothers that are the dangerous ones. And I suppose to a certain extent they are." She shrugged, smiling fondly. "Robb, Theon and Jon. Military trained – well Sandor trained." She nodded her head towards the silent man, never taking her eyes off Ramsey. "Dangerous in their own right. So protective." She said mockingly, that dark smirk widening, as she watched Ramsey swallow nervously. "So ready to tear the flesh from someone's bones at the thought of anyone hurting their younger siblings." She smiled proudly, peering down at him from her height advantage.

"Bran and Sansa they are the less violent ones in our family. My sister – well that goes without saying. She's been through enough to last one a lifetime and that little shit Joffrey got what he deserved." A cold smile crossed her face as she stared at him, those grey eyes glinting like mercury. "And Bran –"she tilted her head slightly, shaking the knife at him. "– one should not underestimate my younger brother. Wheel-chair bound he may be but harmless he is not."

She leaned towards him, the tip of her knife pressed lightly against his cheek.

"But it's Rickon and I that are the dangerous ones." She murmured, her smile turned deadly. "– we are the feral ones. The ones that will rip you apart with our bare hands and laugh while doing it. We are the ones to fear." She purred running her knife down Ramsey's face causing him to flinch and the prick of the knife. He felt a wet trail in the knife's wake, flinching at the sting.

"When it comes to a member of our pack we tend to not see sense. We tend to act first and think later. Especially when that member is found in the hospital, broken and bleeding from something you and your little minions did to him."

Ramsey heart stuttered as he realized she was talking about Greyjoy.

"Ahhhh. I see you connecting the dots in that tiny little brain of yours." She jabbed his head with the butt of her knife, causing him to wince. "Theon Greyjoy. My brother." She glanced at him.

"I know, I know. Technically he's not my brother but I consider him so, so he is." She shrugged again, smirking at him. "And because I consider him family, what you did to him, requires payment. In blood. Your blood."

Fuck, this bitch was crazier than he was, Ramsey thought, trying to scramble away from him.

"Don't run away Ramsey love." Arya sang, her smile rivalling that of the Joker. "There is still fun to have!"

Ramsey started horrified as she came towards him, regretting that for the first time in his life, he never listened to those little voices in his head.