[A/N]: So to celebrate the launch of S3 of GOT I thought I'd post another chapter early. Thanks again to all the new follows, favourites and the reviews. Special mention to LottieDot and Veridissima for constantly reviewing and to the guests I can't thank personally. Hope you guys like this next chapter and don't forget to review!

Arya

She was early. Ten minutes early to be precise. "Are you ok young lady?" the taxi driver asked. He had a worried expression on his face especially considering where her final destination was. It was an abandoned factory that clearly didn't look like the sort of place a young girl should be left alone.

"I'm fine," she managed to choke out trying to calm her nerves. She gave the man her credit card and paid for the fare giving him a large tip for all his efforts of the day.

"I can wait for you if you want? This place doesn't look very safe."

"I'll be ok, but thanks for the offer. I'm meeting a friend here."

"Ok if you insist." She waited till the taxi was out of sight before she walked up to the gates that were held closed by a heavy rusted chain. She peered in to see if she could see anyone but it was empty. She took out her phone and sent a quick text to the unknown number Joffrey had used to contact her on letting him know she was here. It didn't take long for her phone to ring.

"Hello."

"Just wait out the front, a car will be by to pick you up." She didn't get a chance to reply when the man with the gruff voice hung up. She thought Joffrey would at least be the one to call her. After waiting for a few minutes a black limo with tinted windows pulled up, the door opening automatically. She shuffled in trying her best to keep her legs closed in the incredibly short dress she was wearing.

"Well don't you look lovely." She saw Joffrey sitting in the car with his trademark smirk and wine in hand. "Here," he said offering her a drink.

"Not thirsty," she said curtly. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his jaw clench but he surprised her by gaining his composure and smiling at her.

"Are you sure? It's quiet good and I don't like drinking alone so I urge you to reconsider."

She bit the side of her cheek to stop herself from saying something to anger him. "Well I wouldn't want you to drink on your own now would I?" she took the glass and took a small sip. He was right, it did taste good.

"Why are you sitting so far away from me? Come closer, I want to take a better look at that dress you are wearing."

The thought of being even closer to him made her want to retch but she did as he commanded. She moved a couple of inches closer but it wasn't enough and she felt one of his hands grip on her thigh pulling her to him. She was practically sitting on his lap and had to turn away from his lust filled glare. "Where the hell is my sister?" she snarled.

"Don't worry, you'll see her soon. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you before we see her." His hands started to pull at the hem of her dress, but she slapped it away and made a move to sit as far away from him as possible. "No you don't," he lashed out before clutching onto her hips and pulling her back to him. "If you don't want anything to happen to her you're going to have to be a good girl and listen to what I say, you understand." She could feel the tears prickling her eyes but held them back. She had to be strong for Sansa and for Gendry. As long as she wore the necklace she was fine. He was watching over her and she would have to go through some temporary discomfort to ensure the safety of her family.

"I understand," she said monotone.

"Good, now turn around so I can see that pretty face of yours." She swallowed down the bile that started creeping up her throat and turned to face him. His green eyes glowed in delight and she watched as he licked his lips as he looked her over. "You have no idea how beautiful you are do you?" She didn't answer but continued to stare at him blankly. "Everything about you is perfect." His hands sifted through her long dark hair and down her face to trace an outline on her lips. "Your face, your tits, your arse," he smirked. One of his hands proceeded to grope at her chest and the other squeezed her buttocks aggressively. "You even smell perfect," he whispered as he inhaled her scent. She felt something wet slide along her neck which she knew would be his tongue. He was licking and touching her and it felt awful. All she could think about was the possibility of Gendry, her father and her brother all listening to him violate her like this. She just hoped they hadn't turned the listening device on because she wouldn't be able to look at any of them in the eyes after knowing they heard. Her body took control of the situation though and she was soon vomiting all over him. "Fuck!" he screamed pushing her off him. "You little bitch, you did that on purpose."

"Sorry," she muttered. "It must have been the wine, the bubbles get to me."

There was still anger in his eyes but they softened when he noticed the top of her dress had fallen when he pushed her off, exposing some of the sensitive skin. "Here," he said handing her a tissue. "You'll have to make it up to me later, now wipe your mouth we'll see your sister soon enough."

He didn't try to touch her after that which she was thankful for. She had wiped the vomit away from her mouth and pulled up her dress as best she could. He still watched her which made her skin crawl. It was like she was the only thing in the world and it felt strange coming from him. The remainder of the ride was silent and when the limo came to a sudden stop he gestured for her to exit the vehicle. Her knees felt weak, the events of the day beginning to catch up with her. She clutched at the necklace, hoping to draw some strength from it knowing it was her only connection to Gendry.

Joffrey held her hand in his and lead them towards the entrance of another abandoned building. It was in the middle of nowhere and if she screamed at the top of her lungs nobody would hear. "Mum bought this place for me a few years ago. It's my sanctuary, the only place I get to really be me." Not knowing what to say she remained silent and let him take control. "You're awfully quiet Arya, one would think you weren't enjoying my company," he questioned.

"I'm still feeling a little light headed from that wine," she lied. Of course she wasn't enjoying his company the creep. She wasn't enjoying being lured into a dark empty warehouse. She wasn't enjoying the feel of his clammy hands around hers and she wasn't enjoying the fact that she had to keep her mouth shut to reframe from angering him further. "I'm tired as well. It's been a long day," she yawned trying to make her point.

"Yes I'm sure it has with you and your sister scheming behind my back," he chuckled. "It really is cute how the two of you thought you could get away with it. I mean I knew Sansa was stupid but I thought you had a bit more sense. No matter, what you Stark women lack in brains you make up for in other areas."

She didn't give him the satisfaction of responding, so the two continued to walk in silence. She tried pulling her hand out of his, on a couple of occasions but it only made his grip on her tighten. Looking at everywhere but him, she noticed the old building signs, indicating that it used to be some sort of food packaging plant. The hall they were walking down began to narrow and soon reached a dead end. "Where are we?"

"You'll find out soon enough." His fingers brushed against one of the bolts on the wall and the dead end in front of them began to magically morph into an opening. It was like something out of a movie and her mouth was agape in awe.

"How did you do that?"

"Technology these days allows you to do almost anything, as long as you have the money of course. Even turning a simple wall into a hidden door. I can't have people finding out where I have my fun now can I?"

"So how do you know what bolt to push?" she had to find a way of letting Gendry and the others know about the hidden door. They might have a GPS tracker but she doubted they would know how to get to her when she was hidden behind a wall.

"It's always the fifth one across on the third row," he pointed with a smug expression. "Are you impressed?" he asked with his eyebrows cocked.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't," she replied easily. She followed him as they entered the passageway behind the wall. She watched helplessly as it closed and the two walked into what appeared to be some sort of elevator. "You can't be serious?" she gasped.

"Down we go," he smiled licking his lips again at her. "You know for some strange reason I don't find myself feeling as irritated about things when you're with me," he began. "God knows you've done all you can to push my buttons and if it was anyone else you'd already find yourself in a body bag, if there was any body left to be found that is." Arya swallowed hard, trying not to let that last part of the sentence worry her. "It makes me think that maybe all you need is a little push to make you see how perfect things between the two of us could be if you put in a bit of effort."

Gendry's the only Baratheon I'll ever put effort into being with she thought bitterly. The lift came to a stop and doors opened revealing a mostly white room apart from the black leather lounges that were positioned around a glass rectangle coffee table. There was music playing but she couldn't tell what it was because it was purely instrumental and a large screen that showed an empty room. Strange. As she walked in she could see that a table for two had been prepared. There was a bucket of ice containing a bottle of wine and two glasses propped on either side. There was also an array of candles, illuminating a light glow over the silverware that had been placed on both ends of the small circular table. "What is this?"

"I thought you might be hungry and what better way to eat a meal then by candlelight. But before we get to that have a seat, there's something I want you to watch." She sat on the lounge he motioned towards and her eyes flickered to the large screen that showed an empty room. Joffrey didn't move from where he was standing, his green eyes watching her from afar. Trying her best to ignore his gaze she watched as two figures emerged on the screen. The man who looked to be half giant, roughly pushed the other down onto one of the chairs in the room. He had thin, long dark hair that rested on his shoulders and was tied back into a pony tail. He looked up towards the camera and smiled. An evil smile. One that promised there was not a kind bone in his body. Arya felt her heart beat quicken as she focused all her attention on the person who was now seated. There was a bag over their head but she had a bad feeling she knew who it was. "Mountain, take off the bag," Joffrey ordered through the radio he had miraculously produced out of nowhere. The man nodded and removed the bag without care, revealing a traumatised Sansa.

"No!" Arya heard herself shriek at the sight of her. "What are you doing? You said she wouldn't get hurt as long as I came. I'm here you have to let her go," she pleaded. If not for her distinct auburn hair, most would not have recognised her older sister. One of her eyes was slightly closed due to the bruising and swelling and she had a large gash on the side of her left cheek. Her lip was also split and swollen and she could see that parts of her beautiful hair had been torn from her scalp. Images of what her sister must have gone through played in her mind and she found herself running towards the corner of the room and heaving into an empty rubbish bin.

"Oh come on Arya, it's not that bad. The Mountain only roughed her up a little. If he had it his way Sansa would be short a few teeth, and fingers and maybe toes too," he smirked.

"How could you do that to her? She's your fiancé for fucks sake, you're supposed to love her!" she screamed.

"She fucking betrayed me!" he hollered back. "She was trying to ruin me, the stupid bitch, after all I've done for her. After all I've put up with, she thought she could try and outsmart me." He was shaking his head from side to side. "She's lucky I didn't let the Mountain have his way with her otherwise she'd be bloody all over."

"You're a monster! she sneered. "So tell me, does your mother know about what you do down here? About how you torture young women for your pleasure? Does your grandfather know? Your uncles?"

"Most of them do. Not the dwarf though, he may be a Lannister by blood but the day he decided to go against my grandfather was the day he disowned himself from our family."

"But why? Why would they help you do this?" She had to keep him talking. Had to keep him confessing. The more he said the more evidence they would have to rid themselves of the Lannisters for good.

"Why not? I'm from old money Arya. I'm a lion a Lannister. My mother may have married a fucking Stag but Lions take what they want and nobody can tell me otherwise. I'm above everyone else and so are you, that's why we're so right for each other don't you see?"

"You've lost your fucking mind." She tried to step away from him but there was nowhere she could go. "And how many times have you done this?"

"You're full of questions aren't you?" he asked. She didn't answer and just waited for him to continue. "I lost track after we got into the two digit figure," he smiled. "But I've got little mementos to remember them by." He walked over to one of the few paintings hanging on the wall and picked it up. Behind it sat a safe and he turned the combination lock until the doors popped open. He carefully pulled out a black folder and brought it closer to her. "Have a look," he commanded more than asked. With shakey hands she grabbed hold of it and flipped it open to the first page. What she saw made her want to retch again.

"You keep locks of their hair?" With each page she turned she saw different shades that were placed into small sleeves and accompanied only by a date of when she expected the deed was done. "You're sicker than I thought." She shut the folder and pushed it back towards him.

He just looked at her amused. "The Starks and the Lannisters are both great houses. I thought Sansa was the Stark I needed but it was you. She's not a wolf like you. She's more fish than anything and lions devour fish, just like the wolves prey on stags. But lions and wolves make formidable opponents. There is an actual challenge there, and I'm so sick of not being challenged Arya."

"What the fuck are you going on about? Lions, stags, wolves fish who gives a shit? Just because that's your house Sigil doesn't mean that's what you actually are. If you really were a lion you would have the balls to do the dirty work yourself, instead of paying some mutant thug to do it for you."

"That wasn't very nice Arya, just because I like you doesn't mean you can say whatever you feel. I still have rules and if we're going to be together you are going to have to follow them."

"Are you kidding me? You have my sister beaten to a pulp and practically molest me and think I'm going to be with you? What kind of deranged world do you think we live in?"

"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours Stark. You're trying my patience. Don't forget I still have Sansa as my play thing. All I need to do is give the order and the Mountain will do the rest."

"You won't get away with this Joffrey…winter is coming and when it comes for you, you're going to wish you never messed with my family."