4: You are Mine

Ramsay led Shannon down various corridors and staircases, to the point where she didn't know where she was. They stopped in a long hallway that was lined with five doors, or so. Shannon couldn't really tell because the hallway was nearly pitch black. The only source of light was the torch that Ramsey had picked up along the way. He led her to the last door. "This is where you will be staying. I believe there is another girl that will be staying with you. I don't know her name and I honestly don't care. You won't be staying here long." He looked down at her with a smirk, then turned toward the door and barged in.

He gripped her arm tightly while pulling her into the room. The room was small, dark, and cold. There were two beds, a small chest, and a chamber pot. This looks like my old dorm room, but much smaller, and it looks like there is no bathtub. Great.

A figure rose from the right side of the room, as the pair entered. She was much taller than Shannon hitting most likely around 5'10, and very slender with matted chestnut locks. She couldn't have been more than 16. The girl bowed and cowered in Ramsay's direction. Ramsay shoved Shannon into the room, and turned to exit. Before he closed the door, he glared at Shannon and said "Don't even think about leaving this room, you won't get far. Oh, and one of the men will be by tomorrow to show you where you will be working."

The door shut, and Shannon let out a sigh of relief that she was finally away from Ramsay. She was in this dark hole in the wall, but she was away from him. The girl sat back down on the bed and looked at Shannon horrified. "What is your name?" Shannon said sweetly, trying to ignore the fact that the girl was gawking at her bloodied face and torn body.

"It is Sonia. Are you okay, do you need aid? What is your name? Did Lord Ramsey do this to you? He hurts a lot of people you should be cautious." The girl said in one fast breath.

Shannon put up her hand and made a slight smile. "I am fine, darlin'. All I need is a wet cloth, something to sew with, thread, and alcohol. My name is Shannon, thank you for asking."

Sonia got off the bed, and went into the hall. She returned a moment later, with a damp cloth in her hand, a bucket of water, and a bottle of liquid. "This is all I could find. We don't have access to any needles or thread. That is stuff you would find in the tailor's room, and no one is allowed there but the tailor. He died, so I don't know who will go there now."

"I suppose that would be me. I will have to finish the rest in the morning. Thank you Sonia." Shannon said as she grabbed the supplies from the young girl's hands. "I thought we weren't allowed out of the room?"

"We aren't allowed to leave in the evening after all the work is done, but one of the guards down here is a friend. He lets me leave for emergencies, but we are under no circumstance allowed to leave the hall till sunrise." Sonia watched as Shannon began washing away the blood from her face.

She quickly got up and walked over to her chest, and pulled out a plain beige nightgown. "Here you might want to change into this then." Sonia said as she placed it beside Shannon on the bed.

Shannon gave the girl a smile and nodded. She continued to wipe the blood, every now and then dipping the cloth into the bucket to wash away the blood. When her face was cleared from the blood she could feel that there was a gash on her forehead, but luckily her nose was not broken. It was not time to tackle cleaning off her chest. "Do you mind helping me take off my dress? I can't clean up all the way while wearing it."

Sonia nodded and jumped up to help Shannon. "So who lives down here? I assume we are down beneath the castle near the dungeons since there are no windows." Shannon asked as Sonia untied her laces.

"Well there is us now. The room across from us lives three other house maidens. The other three rooms are occupied by some of the guards. All of us down here have nowhere to live, no family to return to at the end of the night. So Lord Bolton allows us to live down here as long as we abide by his strict rules. Some of the guards down here are Ramsay's personal men." Sonia added as she finished helping Shannon undo her dress.

Great so I am away from him, but his personal guards are right near me. Wonderful. Shannon sighed as she let her dress fall to the floor.

She took the alcohol and took a shot of it, then put some on the cloth. She barely winced at the stinging sensation of the alcohol hitting the open wounds. The process had happened all too often, when she was with her past boyfriend. Sonia stared at Shannon, and got off the bed and got closer. "You have something on your leg."

Shannon's eyes darted down to her thigh, where her tattoo was now visible because of her being naked. Shit. Do they have tattoos in this world? I don't know I never pay that close of attention. She looked back up at Sonia, "Oh it is just ink, nothing to worry about dear."

"Does it come out? Who put it there? Where did it come from? Where you born with it? What is that picture of?" Sonia was still a child and often acted like one in the way that she asked questions.

Shannon let out a small laugh as she put on the beige nightgown Sonia had given her. "It is just ink, and no it does not come out. It is called a dreamcatcher, which is something that makes all your bad dreams go away. Now you and I should probably get some sleep dear."

"I wish I had something like that. I have a lot of bad dreams. A lot of bad dreams about Lord Ramsey. I've heard things about him and seen things. Have you heard the things they say about him?" Sonia had a look of fear in her eyes.

Shannon patted the bed next to her. She never had any siblings to take care of, but always had a motherly nature. "I have heard. Let's not fret about that now. If you have trouble sleeping I can sing you a song till you fall asleep." Sonia nodded profusely.

Shannon laid down on the small bed with Sonia curled up on her like a small child, mind you she was much taller than Shannon so the sight was somewhat humorous. Shannon began to sing 'Once Upon a Dream' as she combed through Sonia's hair. Sonia soon fell asleep, and Shannon followed shortly with visions of her mother singing to her passing through her head.

The morning had come too quickly for Shannon's liking. She woke up to Sonia shaking her and telling her to get up quickly. There was a knock at the door, which Shannon didn't completely comprehend. Sonia stood up and waited for the door to open. "Is it really even morning?" Shannon stretched her arms up above her head. "I wouldn't fucking know because there are no windows down here."

Shannon was not a morning person in the slightest. She was a mixture of a bear and sloth in the morning. Incredibly slow, but irritable at the same time. Sonia grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. The began to open as she wiped her eyes and combed through her hair with her fingertips. The door opened to expose a man behind it. He was tall and broad, with ash blonde hair and a beard to match. He had scars on his hands and one on his cheek. "So you're the bloody wench Lord Ramsay was talking about? Maybe he will let me have a go with you later on." The man licked his lips.

"That won't be happening. She is mine, and I haven't even had the chance to break her in yet. But perhaps afterwards if she doesn't behave." A voice called down the hallway, and then Ramsay appeared in the door frame.

Ramsay dismissed the man, and Sonia from the room. He closed the door behind him as he entered. "You look like hell. You were supposed to be ready to go to work by now." Ramsay glared.

"How was I supposed to know? There are no damn windows down here so I don't even know what fu-" Shannon was stopped as Ramsay grabbed her arm tightly in one hand and her face in his other hand.

His grasp was tight and pushed on the bruise that was on her cheek already. "What did I tell you yesterday about unlady like words being used?" He brought her face close to his so that their noses were touching. "Glad to see that your nose wasn't broken. It'd be a shame if you lost that pretty face of yours, because that's the only reason I don't flay you for that kind of attitude right now."

He let go of her and pushed her back from him. "Now get ready. I brought you this to wear." Ramsay said as he threw a grey dress at her.

Shannon caught the dress, and just continued to stare at Ramsay waiting for him to leave. I really don't want him to see my tattoo, because then that just starts something else and I do not feel like dealing with that. Also, I just don't want him seeing me naked! Maybe if I ask him nicely he will leave. Who am I kidding. This bastard listens to no one. She sighed to herself, but thought she might as well give it a shot. "My Lord, do you mind waiting for me out in the hall while I get dressed?"

Ramsey closed his eyes and gave a tiny smirk. Normally, I wouldn't. But I'd like to keep this one on her toes. The game has just begun, and I plan on having a lot of fun with this one. He turned toward the door to Shannon's surprise. "You only have five minutes. If you are not ready in that amount of time, then I will come in a dress you myself." He gave a devilish grin as he slammed the door shut.

Shannon quickly grabbed the dress and changed into it. She ran over to Sonia's chest to see if she could find a mirror, to make sure she looked decent. She found a plain hand mirror deep within the chest. I feel bad looking through her stuff but I don't have anything. All I have is that stupid candle and the knife, which I am pretty sure Ramsey or one of his men confiscated. Holy hell, what is wrong with my hair. Ugh, and I have no makeup on. Shit I have to hurry!

Her dark brunette hair was matted and all over the place. She quickly found a brush in the chest and began combing it rapidly. Her dark locks became silky and flattened on top of her head. She had always liked her hair color, it had gone with her olive skin tone well and made her eyes pop. She dug some more through the chest, and found some jars and brushes. Well I wasn't expecting MAC or anything, but we shall see how this goes. Okay I hope this jar is lipstick. Smells like something that would be lipstick. Hopefully I don't die from it. Ooo what's this little black jar. Maybe some make-shift eyeliner. It'll do. These are things the show does not show you.

She dipped one brush in the 'lipstick cream'. It was a dark rose color, so it gave some life to her face. She picked up a separate brush and dipped it into the black jar and made a slight winged eye look. This was as good as she was going to get. She looked proudly into the mirror, that she had somewhat figured out makeup from this era and not done too shabby of a job at it. She then examined the dress that Ramsay gave her. It wasn't anything glamourous, but it was nice. It was an A-line dress, which Shannon hated but she figured she at least had something to wear.

Just as Shannon finished packing the makeup and mirror into the chest, the door opened. She quickly rose to her feet before him, and stared at him. He isn't at all what the books described him to be and he is even better looking than Iwan Rheon. I actually half expected him to be Iwan Rheon, but that would be stupid because Iwan is an actor from where I live. Why do all sociopaths have to be attractive? Is it some cruel joke from God or a sly tactic from the devil? Shannon made a slight giggle to herself.

She didn't even think Ramsay had heard her, but he did. He got close to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her in closely to him. Shannon's heart began to race; it was 75% fear but 25% arousal. This was the first time that she had really looked at him closely and been aroused by him. He was quite a bit taller than her, probably standing at 5'10. His dark locks were almost black, and his jawline was strong a rigid. He was overly muscular but she could tell he had definition in his arms through his shirt. The best part of him was his eyes, they were so light they were practically gray. They were so clear that they appeared to be looking through her soul. Her eyes met his and she thought of all the people he has probably watched die. She could almost see it; the flaying, the stabbing, the torture, and the hunt. He gave her a crooked smile. "What were you laughing at?"

"Nothing my Lord." She said in almost a whisper.

She couldn't stop staring at him. He pulled her tighter with his hand tightly gripped around her hip. "I do not like being lied to." He growled and brought out a dagger from his side.

She jumped a bit at the tone of his voice, and when she caught a glimpse of the silver she squirmed in his grasp a bit. He was handsome, but she couldn't forget how deadly he was. He is playing a game. Do not give in. He likes to watch pained expressions.

Ramsay held the blade in his left hand as his right continued to grip her flesh and keep her close. Not even a piece of paper could fit between the two of them. Ramsay took the tip of the knife and pushed it into her arm. She stood her ground and did not move. The two kept their eyes locked as Ramsay pushed the knife further into her arm, about to break skin. He liked this edge that she had to her, it aroused him. It also didn't help that she was smaller and pushed up onto his groin. Her eyes were green yesterday, and now they hold a bluer tone to them. They are a nice color. Maybe once I'm through with her I will make sure to remove her eyes so the dogs don't eat them.

The dagger had pierced the skin and was digging into her flesh. She gave out a small whimper, "I was laughing at myself my Lord. Not you. I was laughing at something Sonia had told me last night."

Ramsay didn't believe her but he let her go, because he had other business to take care of. "Next time I ask a question I want an immediate response." He growled as he watched her grab her arm and wipe away the dripping blood. "Now let's go."

Shannon quickly grabbed her old torn green dress. Ramsay ripped it right out of her hands. "What do you think you are doing with this?"

"I was planning on fixing it today while I was working."

Ramsay laughed. "No you stupid girl. This dress will be burned, it is all dirty and covered with filth." He grabbed her wrist tightly. "You only work on what my father or I tell you to. You only do what I tell you to."

With that being said he pulled Shannon out of the bedroom door and up the stair to where she would be working. The tailoring room was in one of the high towers of Dreadfort. Ramsay pushed her into the room. The room was bigger than her bedroom, and it had a window which she was thankful for. The walls were covered with furs and hides from the floor to the ceiling. "Begin with the pile over there, and don't even think of leaving. You are mine."