3: Out Go the Lights

The pain was intense and she wanted to cry, but she knew from watching the show that Ramsey that Ramsey would enjoy that even more. Her chest was covered in blood ad it began to soak the top of her gown. Ramsey stepped back for a second and twirled the knife in his hands. "Well since you are not in a talkative mood any more, I suppose I best have a look for myself. First we must get rid of this dress. Don't worry you won't be needing it anymore, because no matter which one you are you won't be leaving my bedside until I'm threw with you."

His grey eyes gleamed with excitement as he began cutting away at her emerald gown. All of the work she put into making it was being destroyed. It angered her, yet she still feared for her life and body not being mutilated that she said and did nothing. The show had just showed her what a monster he could be, but it didn't exactly give her tips on how to handle a run in with him. Not that it would anyway because it was supposed to be fiction! If magic could bring me here why can't it save me…. Her plea was interrupted when Ramsey was cutting through her corset and 'accidentally plunged his knife into her side.

Shannon's scream echoed throughout the dungeon. At that same moment the torches and candles that lit the dungeon all went out as if a giant gust of wind had blown them all out. "What the hell was that? Do not fret my little pet, I'll find a light. As much as I enjoy the dark I like watching you squirm as I tear apart your dress." Ramsey fiddled around in the darkness, looking for a torch and something to light it with. He knew he had, had supplies on a table nearby.

Ramsey didn't mind the darkness, he often hunted in the dark. It made his prey that much more anxious and it gave him a chance to enhance his shooting skills. Shannon on the other hand did not like it one bit. Her eyes shot open and darted around the darkness in a frenzied panic. Had someone or something answered her call? Maybe some form of magic was real after all. She didn't have time to think on it though, because she knew she had to get free somehow. She fiddled with the rope but could not break free. Ramsey heard her struggling and just laughed to himself. She is an idiot is she thinks she can break free, and even if she does there is nowhere to go. This is my home. She won't get very far.

Her heart was beating faster as she could hear Ramsey, grabbing some sort of supplies. She didn't have much time. What to do, what to do? A memory of her father flashed through her head. He was showing her how to undo sailor's knots for the boats, and she was having a difficult time because she was only six. Her father undid the knot for her, but he didn't touch it at all. He made a motion, and it came undone. She concentrated on the memory, and attempted to mimic his hand movements. It didn't happen immediately, but the rope eventually fell to the floor with a thud. Maybe it does exist…Oh well no time to diddly dally.

Ramsey heard the thud and glared in the dark toward the girl's general direction. He didn't know how she got out, but he was not pleased. He found what he was looking for, and began to attempt to light the torch. "There is no use in trying to escape, you won't get very far."

She tried her best to run, but she was too scared to focus clearly. Memories of being locked inside dark rooms flooded her mind, and cause more anxiety. She had to control it though, or she wouldn't live to see another day. She took a deep breath to relax. Her body moved toward the door in the darkness, avoiding all obstacles, even though she couldn't see. It was as if she had the key to the maze and her body was on autopilot. I don't like this feeling, but I honestly don't care as long as it gets me out of here.

The tip of her toes smashed into the bottom step of the staircase. Ramsey finally caught a spark and like the torch in his hand. He motioned over to where the girl was, but she was no longer there. The dungeon didn't have any blocking walls, unfortunately. He looked to her right and saw her at the staircase ascending quickly. She met his eyes and began in a full blown sprint up the stairs, taking two at a time. "You fucking bitch! Wait till I am through with you!" Ramsey bolted toward the stairs, and the chase began.

Ramsey cursed at himself, because he knew he had left the door unlocked. He never needed to lock it, because no one ever came out unless he willed it. Two guards stood at the door so that should stop her. Shannon reached for the door, and knew there were people probably outside. So, the only thing she could do was just run as fast as possible and hope it caught them off guard. She reached for the handle and pulled it open so fast it was like the Hulk had opened the door. The guards went to turn to greet Ramsey as he came up the stairs, like normal, so they were shocked when they say a petite brunette sprint passed them. Ramsey was yelling as he made it up after her a second later. Both guards paled, and knew that they were dead unless they grabbed the girl.

Ramsey was so close that he could reach out a hand and graze her skin. He instead took notice instead how her tattered dress lingered somewhat behind her. He smirked as he stomped his one foot down on the tail ends of her dress. "Fuck!" Shannon yelled as her dress tore up the middle in the back and her face met concrete.

Ramsey sat on top of her and pinned her arms down with his knees, and pushed her face further into the concrete. He bent down to her face, which was now bloody from the fall, and whispered, "Now that wasn't a very ladylike word. I don't think you want to know what I have in store for you tonight. Maybe I should just start now with the first art, and fuck you right here on the floor. That'll be the easiest part of the night." Ramsey growled into her ear.

"You will be doing no such thing in my halls Ramsey. Save that for that for your quarters." A deep male voice called out.

Ramsey quickly got off the girl below him and rose before his father. "I am sorry if I disturbed you father. This girl had escaped, and I was escorting her back to her rightful place in the dungeons." He placed his foot on the girl to keep her still.

Roose Bolton motioned for his son to remove his foot. He didn't care what Ramsey did. He knew the stories about his son, and he tolerated it as long as it was out of his sight. "Why is she wearing the clothes of a noble?" Roose questioned.

"I did not get to asking her that yet father." Ramsey stated, looking coldly at his father.

Ramsey didn't like when his father interrupted his fun, but he also didn't want to anger his father because he was the only way Ramsey would rise to power. "No you probably didn't get to that, because you were too busy thinking with your other head. Now get her up." His father said blankly.

Ramsey picked Shannon off the ground. Her emerald dress was torn in several places, her chest was bloody, and her face had blood on it. Roose grabbed the girl's face into his hands and inspected her. Her face looks oddly familiar. She reminds me of a Stark. Lyanna Stark. She doesn't look identical to her, but there is a resemblance. Roose cracked a small crooked smile. He wasn't fond of the Starks so he knew he could have some fun with a girl that looked similar to Lord Stark's fallen sister.

Shannon didn't like the way that Roose was looking at her. So many thoughts circulated through her mind like was magic real and what should she do to get out of this mess. She blankly stared at Lord Bolton and knew that there was no way to escape, at this time, so she had to play the game. At that moment she knew, she had to take her knowledge from the season she watched and apply it to this real life situation. "What house do you hail from?" Roose commanded an answer from Shannon.

"I have no formal house, my Lord." She responded.

"Then why do you wear such a gown?" He questioned further.

"I made it myself, my Lord." She stared directly into his eyes not wavering.

"I found her wandering the fields in it father. She could not recall as to why she was there." Ramsey interjected.

His father put up his hand to silence Ramsey. "So you have no house, yet you wear such fine clothing. Are you sure you are not lying, and that you stole it from a lady? And the ring you wear did you steal that too?"

She looked down at her right hand, where her Claddagh was worn. She had forgotten it was there, for she never took it off since it was given to her at 13. "I promise you my Lord, I did not steal it I crafted it myself. As for my ring, it was passed down my bloodline to me." She knew that Roose Bolton was a dangerous man, and was not easily pleased.

She was sure that he would send her back with his son, because he probably didn't believe a word she said. For all he knew she was a peasant, and Lords did not have time to deal with peasants. "How old are you?" His gaze never faltered, which was quite intimidating.

"Twenty, my Lord." Roose nodded his head as if in approval. Ramsey stared at the girl next to him in a bit of shock. There is no way she is twenty. She is too small to be twenty, she must be lying. There is also no way that she is a virgin by that age. She must have bedded some young lord by now. It doesn't matter who's she has bedded before me, she is mine now.

Roose looked at his son who was deep in thought. He was trying to show him how to properly get simple answers from people, while still instilling power over them. Of course, Ramsey was not paying attention and was too busy staring/glaring at the girl before him. "What is your name?"

"It is Shannon Greenwood, my Lord."

"Do you know who I am?" His had a hint of amusement in anticipation of her answer.

"Yes, my Lord. You are Roose Bolton, head of House Bolton and Lord of Dreadfort."

"Good. Now don't forget it or your place, and I will allow you to work with the other maids. You shall make all of House Boltons garments and fabrics, and assist with any other duties that I deem necessary. There are serving quarters that you may stay in. Make one wrong move and I will have you flayed. Now Ramsey take her to the east end to the empty quarters." Lord Bolton turned on his heels and began to exit the room.

Her resemblance could be useful for playing games with the Starks, and that is the only reason he kept her alive. It was just an added bonus that she had some skills. He would have to have a discussion with his son to not harm her, too badly. He needed her looks intact.

Ramsey was not pleased that he couldn't take her back to the dungeon, but this made his game with her a bit more interesting. She turned to him with fear in her eyes, which she tried not to show, but Ramsey could see right through her. This would be too easy.

"Come now pet, you should really get a bath. You got blood all over yourself, and looked like a dreadful mess in front of my father." Ramsey grabbed her hand harshly and pulled her alongside of him.

Well at least I am alive, but I feel like I have entered Dante's Inferno and am slowly and unknowingly descending down the seven layers of hell. She followed Ramsey reluctantly down the hall to where she would be staying, for the time being.