5: My Way Home

After Ramsay left Shannon just wandered the room, looking through all of the fabrics and all of the clothes she had to work on. Many of the clothes were mild tears, some were stained with blood, and others were just torn to pieces. Shannon sighed as she sat on the window sill. At least I can see the sun. Well I should really say the sky because there is no sun out. It kind of reminds me of Washington, with the over casted skies. She then turned to face the work that needed to be done.

She sighed. "I guess it is better than nothing. I could be stuck in the dungeon. I kind of feel like Rapunzel locked away in the tower, but my hair is not blonde or that long." Shannon thought back to all the fairy tales that were told to young children.

It made her think of her mother, and how she would read her those stories. Another memory of her mother drifted back into her head. It was more like a dream than a memory. Most of the memories she had, she had believed to be false. She closed her eyes and rested her head back onto the stone window frame. My mother was sitting on her stool in her studio. She was chewing a piece of bubble gum while sewing. I was sitting there clapping my hands as something flew through the air. Most likely a bird or something. But it wasn't…it was a piece of fabric. Is it real? Is this a real memory? My mom is now looking at me, smiling her beautiful white smile. She picks me up and is showing me something…I don't know what it is though. Shannon's thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. She quickly got up and rushed to the door.

She didn't know that a pair of eyes had been watching her. Ramsay had been in the courtyard going to attend to some business with one of the prisoners and then he had to go meet with his father. He had turned around to address one of his personal men, when she caught his eye up in the window. She had just been gazing up at the sky, and then she shut her eyes. She looked peaceful and calm, a state that Ramsay had not seen her in yet. Shannon was different looking than the other Northern women and he liked different. She was also the only one to stare into his eyes for that long, even Myranda didn't stare that long. The thought of that was enough to arouse him. He watched her pop up off the window sill and vanish into the room. He could feel his sexual frustration building, and he wanted to take it out on her. So huffed, and decided that Myranda or Tansy should do for now.

Shannon opened the door and saw Sonia. Sonia looked worried as she came into the room with food in her hands. "I cannot stay long. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I'm sorry that I left you with him. He scares me. I brought you food though, I figured you hadn't eaten for a while and that you must be starving. All I could grab is some bread, cheese, and water. I hope it's okay." The young girl spewed out the words like word vomit.

Shannon laughed and took the food and placed it on an empty table. She pulled Sonia into a quick hug. "Thank you darlin'. That was so sweet and brave of you. Do not fret I was fine this morning. Now you must be off before you get in trouble." Shannon smiled up at the girl as she closed the door behind her.

"Now time to eat and get some work done." She said as she clapped her hands together.

Hours had passed and the piles were still high. Shannon sighed in frustration. She continued to sew the shirt in her hand, and accidentally pricked her finger with the needle dropping it to the floor. The needle fell through the floor boards. "Shit!" Shannon said as she bent down looking through the crack trying to find it.

She sighed as she sat back in the chair. "Now what am I going to use. The only gave me one flipping needle." She began twirling her finger around her hair, while mumbling to herself.

A piece of thread began to shake and began to unravel into the air. Shannon saw the thread out of the corner of her eye and dropped her jaw, along with her hand. When her hand stopped moving, the thread fell limp again. She looked down at her hands, flipping them over as if she was looking for something on them. She stared at the spool of thread and at her hands again. "What the hell is going on here?" She said out loud.

She thought back to what she was doing when the incident occurred and remembered she was twirling her fingers. She started twirling them again toward the thread and it started moving again. She made a swift motion to her right and the thread moved in the same motion. If her hand moved, the thread moved. She was in complete awe of what was going on. This can't be real. I twirl my fingers all the time and this has never happened before! It just like the ropes and dad, and mom in the studio… Her thoughts trailed off.

She dropped her hands again and walked toward the window. "What is happening to me? Why now? Why now when I have no one?" She looked up in the sky watching the birds fly above. "I guess even if I was home, there still wouldn't be anyone to help. You both are gone, and I was left alone. But why here? I didn't think it was real. None of this was supposed to be real. I have nothing to help me, I have no books. All I have is that stupid candle that came with me."

Her eyes opened wide. That candle may be stupid and ugly, but it the only thing magical that I have. Hopefully it can help me…..hopefully I can get it back from Ramsay. He doesn't have any need for it, it should be no problem asking for it back. She sighed. Nothing is easy when it comes to Ramsay. I'm probably better off selling my soul than getting something from Ramsay Snow.

For the rest of the day Shannon played with this new found power, and found that she no longer needed the needle. This way was much faster and more fun. She messed up every now and then, but she fixed it quickly. She was giggling to herself as she continued to sew. This was a great escape from the realization that she was in Dreadfort. Something that she had not believed in 48 hours ago, was now something that was her saving grace from this place. "This isn't exactly the most extraordinary power, but it will keep me mentally sane and help me get my work done in this place."

She had finished her last piece for the day and decided to retire to the window sill. She still had some left over bread from earlier. So she sat in the window sill and watched the grey skies move. The sight was so calming that it caused her to fall asleep.

Ramsey had, had a long day of killing and fucking. It was now to retrieve his newest toy from the tower. He knocked on the door and he heard no movement. He knocked again, but still no sound. He could feel the anger boiling inside of him. I swear to the gods that if she ran away, that I will find her a flay her alive. And I will flay every man, woman, and child that let her pass them. He gritted his teeth as he pushed through the door.

He saw he sitting on the window sill with her legs curled up on it. She was in a deep sleep. Ramsay stared at her soft skin and how it glowed in the light. He was still reeling from her not answering the door, though, so he didn't care how beautiful she looked at the moment. He went over to her and grabbed her. Her eyes opened quickly in a panic. "Stand up." Ramsay demanded.

Shannon couldn't quite register what was going on, but before she could even stand up on her own Ramsay had hoisted her up on the window sill. She stood on the ledge, with her back facing the room. Ramsay climbed up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Take another step." He growled.

She did as he commanded. She had no clue what was going on, but she was terrified. "My Lord I don't like heights."

"Good. I could let you go right now and you would fall to your death. You see those pikes down there? I had them put there in case you tried to jump today." Ramsay's breathe was hot on Shannon's next. "Next time I knock on the door, you answer."

She nodded her head. Ramsay took off his shirt and threw it at Shannon. "I need you to fix the shirt. It ripped while I was hunting today."

"Okay, my Lord. I will finish it tomorrow." Shannon placed the shirt on the table, attempting to not look in Ramsay's direction.

"You will do it now. Remember girl, you do as I say." He growled.

Shannon picked up the shirt and began cleaning up the shirt. She first had to remove the blood stains and then she could work on sewing it. The blood came out easily because it was still fresh. She started to panic that she didn't have her needle, and she surely couldn't just sew it magically in front of Ramsay. Ramsay made a coughing noise to try and get Shannon's attention, but she didn't divert her gaze from the shirt. "Have you never seen a man without a shirt before?" Ramsay said as he rose from the chair he was sitting on in the corner.

Shannon began to stutter. "Well…I have but I haven't..I.."

She hated when Ramsay was close to her because it made her uncomfortable. "So you lied to me? You have not laid with another man?" Ramsay grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"I never said that." She whispered.

"What was that? Oh that's right you never answered the question. Well let's find out shall we." Ramsay grabbed her and pushed her against the door.

His lips on her caught her by surprise, and she didn't know what to do. She had kissed before but not like this. He grabbed onto her thighs and squeezed them tightly, while lifting them so that she had to wrap around him. She bit his lip as a reaction to him squeezing her thighs. Her biting made a bit of blood escape his lips and she could taste the copper. Ramsay's erection grew from the bite. He hadn't expected that from her and it made him wild. He wanted to take her right now, and he would take her right now. Shannon was his.

A loud knocking noise interrupted them. Ramsay ignored it at first and continued to make his way up her skirt. The knocking only continued though, and he became more irritated. He let Shannon down, but wrapped his hand around her neck to keep her in place. "This better be fucking important."

"My Lord it is something with one of the prisoners. They can't seem to find him." A male voice called out.

"That can fucking wait! I am busy." Ramsey yelled.

"I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't important my Lord. They couldn't find him, and the other guards wanted to go to your father but I told them to wait until I got you." The man responded.

Ramsay let out a low growl. He didn't need his father's help. He wanted to prove to him that he could be the feared Lord of Dreadfort one day, and that occasionally meant handling matters of importance instead of fucking. Ramsay let go of Shannon's throat, and opened the door. He looked back at her and said, "Go to your room. If I find out you wandered, I will not delay entering you."

Shannon watched as Ramsay left. She wasn't completely sure what was going on in her head right now, and she still felt like she was in a daze from what happened. Suddenly Sonia appeared in the doorway. "Are you alright Shannon? I saw him about to push you from the window and I got worried."

"I am fine Sonia, let's just go downstairs and get ready for bed." She said as she rubbed her throat and walked with Sonia to their room.

When they got to their room, Shannon noticed something was sitting on her bed. She got closer and realized that it was her candle. It still had a bit of her blood on it. There was also a note that came with it. It read: I believe this belongs to you.

"Ooo I know who's handwriting that is, it is one of the guards. He was one of the men that brought you in." Sonia said as she snuck a peak of the note from over Shannon's shoulder.

"Oh, and how do you know?" Shannon inquired.

"Well he is the only one that writes really. I use to watch him write from time to time. His name is Will." Sonia smiled.

"Well that was nice of him. Is he the nice guard that lives down here?" Shannon asked and Sonia nodded in reply.

"He is the only nice one, all the rest are mean and evil." Sonia added.

Shannon changed into her nightgown and climbed into bed. She held the candle and smiled. I have a piece of home with me now. Maybe this can help me get home.