Chapter 3 – Her story
"I am from a small city in the Northern England. It was just me and mom for a long time but two years ago she got herself a boyfriend." She took a sip from her tea and burned her tongue. Ramsay sat back and quietly waited for the interesting part.
"At first it was ok but then Henry, the boyfriend, moved in with us and started to order me around. He made me work around the house and garden but he never was satisfied with what I did and complained to my mom about me. I knew that she really liked Henry so I tried to get along with him but it usually ended with a big argument." She sighed, thinking about those days when she started to feel like an intruder in her own home.
"It was getting worse and when I graduated Henry forbidden me to apply for a university saying that we don´t have enough money for it. He was probably right. My mom was the only one who worked and he just stayed home. I really wanted to go but in the end, I just did what he wanted and started working as well. I found a really nice job at a bakery on the main street." She smiled at the memory, she really liked to work in that warm place with all those fantastic smells.
"That was in the autumn and I thought that maybe Henry will be nicer to me because of the money but he grew even more annoying. He started to comment my clothes, saying weird things when my mum was not around." She shook with repulsion now. She tried not to think about it too much but she knew that his comments about her and her body were filthy and humiliating.
"Looks like you were living with an old pervert. Have you told anyone?" Ramsay asked, sounding encouraging.
"I told my mum but she just said that I was provoking Henry. I was afraid that he might actually try something and yesterday he did. He …." She took a deep breath: "He tried to force himself on me but was too drunk to do anything. He tore my shirt and tried to…" she stopped unable to say it. He didn´t do much really, he just passed out…on me. It was disgusting and he was so much heavier than me that it took me a while to even get myself away from him." She grimaced. "I told my mum again and I wanted to go to the police but she made my stay home and argued with Henry for hours. He persuaded her that I was lying." She felt fresh tears in her eyes, it still felt unreal that her own mum would take that lazy drunk´s word over hers.
"So yesterday you were molested and today you run away from home?" Ramsey asked after a moment of silence. Apparently, he was very good at summarising awful stories. He also look unaffected by the confession, his face was completely blank. Apparently, Ramsay Bolton was one of those people with perfect poker face if they wanted to.
"Yes, I couldn´t risk it. Him hurting me like that…you know." She said and looked at her hands, she was nervously playing with the hem of her shirt and there was silence for a long time.
"Can I go now?" she asked finally.
"Where would you go, if I let you?" he countered her question with his own, looking at her as if he was measuring her.
"I don´t know but I will find a place and job soon, I am not worried about it." She lied and tried to sound as sure as possible but he squeezed her leg so hard she yelped with surprise.
"You don´t have to pretend to be so brave May, if I was in your shoes I would be very worried. This city is big and full of people worse than your step-dad I assure you." He said and a smile broke through the blank façade of his face. She didn´t like his smile at all. He was smiling a little too happily over her miserable situation.
This was just too perfect. She was like a stray kitten he picked up by chance but the more he thought about it the more he liked the prospect of keeping her. Somebody dependent on him, somebody at his disposal, always. It was a long time since he had a proper plaything. He smiled again enjoying the alarm in the girl´s eyes. She was learning quick not to trust him.
"Nevertheless, it looks like you are a lucky one because you just got yourself both place to stay and a job." He smiled as she gaped at him. "I am looking for a maid that would stay here and took care of the house. Most of the chores are handled by the agency on a weekly basis but I still need somebody to take care of the groceries, and daily cleaning. I am a very messy person." He smirked, remembering the night few days before when he accidentally ripped a pillow, showering his bedroom with its contents. Oh yeah, very messy.
"I´ve never been a maid. I don´t think this is a good idea…I don´t know you and to live with you…" she must have seen it in his eyes – his hunger and all those messy plans he had for her. Maybe she didn´t understand it but she definitely had enough of survival instinct to know that she must run away. Too bad for her that Ramsay loved the chase.
"You need this. We both know it so the sooner you accept it the better for you. You will have your own room and I will pay you twice the minimal wage. All you need to do is just few hours of work every day and obey my rules." He could see her surprise when he mentioned the money, she probably never made so much and as an uneducated worker she hardly could hope for more.
"What rules?" she asked but did not argue about the rest. Ramsay smiled and licked his lips, he would make this good for him but he needed more time to think about it.
"Don´t worry, I will let you know. You cannot work with your leg being like this anyway so until you are healthy again you will be my guest." With that he moved her leg from his lap and stood up.
"This is enough for tonight, let me show you to a guest room." He waited for her to put down the cup before he lifted her from the chair and turned to leave the kitchen. She yelped and clutched on his shoulders for support. "Relax, I won´t let you fall." He smirked. Of course he won´t, Ramsay never was wasteful when it came to pain.
"I am heavy." She complained weakly but he just laughed. She was small and obviously underweighted. He looked at her and saw her blushing, maybe nobody just ever carried her this way. Suddenly he had an idea.
"You are right, you are too heavy for me to carry this way, let me adjust." He said and before she could say anything he swung her, head first, over his shoulder.
"What are you doing, put me down!" she screamed and banged her fists against his lower back, struggling against him so much he at one point almost dropped her. Her rage was so amusing that he started to laugh out loud.
When he finally reached the right room, a guest bedroom just across his own bedroom, he unceremoniously dropped May on the bed. Her face was red and she clearly wanted to hit him again. It was amusing.
"Why did you do that?" she demanded, quickly sitting on the bed. He didn´t like her tone at all, she should know her place better than to speak to him like that. He put a knee on the bed and lean in, forcing her to back away from him until she hit the headboard.
"I hate stupid questions. So there is the first rule for you – don´t ask me anything stupid, you better remember it." He growled at her and enjoyed the fear in her eyes. Sometimes soon, he will enjoy much more but right now he just wanted to tease her. He was used to having frightened girls in bed but this had potential to last. Ramsay could imagine it going for years, suddenly he felt very interested in a long time study of what May can really handle and didn´t want to waste this opportunity on one night. No, this time he is going to enjoy it: he will gain her trust and let her offer herself to him willingly and then he is going to take much more.
"Go to sleep May, you must be so tired. We will talk tomorrow." He said and went to the door. Only when he was almost out of the room he looked over his shoulder again. She was still sitting against the headboard, looking fearful and confused.
"Don´t forget to elevate your foot." He said and closed the door behind him not bothering to lock her in. The security system of the house was working, she could never get outside without the code. She had nowhere to run.
