Hey. I'm back with another update for Love the Way You Lie. In this chapter we will see why Adora was with the Ironborn to rescue Theon. And maybe a bit of Ramsay torturing her. I mean questioning her about her involvement in trying to free his pet. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far.

"I need your help," echoed the voice of Asha Greyjoy as though they were still in the Great Hall of Riverrun. Adora could picture the woman as though she still stood before her.

"What do you need my help for?" Adora heard herself answer back wondering why the voices all kept echoing. She looked around taking in her surroundings. Everything was as it had been that day.

"Rescuing my brother Theon. Of course."

Of course Asha Greyjoy could say such a thing with such certainty. Her brother was very much still alive. A prisoner. Being tortured on a daily basis but alive.

"What right does your brother have to live?" she asked contemplatively. "Why should I help rescue the man who killed my younger cousins?"

"Theon grew up with your cousins," was Asha's reply to that. "Did you not at one time consider him like a cousin to you also?"

"That is beyond the point Asha."

"No. It's not. You don't understand why my brother did the things he did to your family."

"Then maybe you'd be so helpful as to explain. Make me understand his motives and I will consider joining your rescue efforts."

"My brother was trying to gain the favor of our father. He knew with Bran and Rickon in the way..."

The tone of the way Asha said with Bran and Rickon in the way told Adora she had meant to say something else.

"You didn't mean to say in the way," Adora spoke up interrupting Asha mid-sentence. "You mean to say something else. What did you mean to say? Are you trying to say that Bran and Rickon could still be out there?"

Asha had looked at her then. Adora could tell the other woman was thinking of something. She wondered what it was.

"I guess it's out now," Asha said plainly as though it pained her to say it. "Yes. Brandon and Rickon Stark are still out there. And very much alive may I add. The wildling woman Osha who tried to kill Bran in the wolfswood kidnapped the boys. And the only person who may know where they went is being held at the Dreadfort as a prisoner. Will you help me free him? Will you help my free my baby brother from his prison? If you do I will make sure Theon tells exactly what he knows."

"Wake her up," came a male voice out of nowhere.

Adora knew she was the only one to hear the voice because Asha paid it no mind. Who was this male who wanted her awake? Wasn't she already awake? She felt as though her face was aflame. She put her hand up to her lips and came away with blood.

"I don't want her face messed with," came the same voice. "She has to look pretty for the public after all. How else are we going to get the people believe Stark's cousin is willing participant in our plans?"

Adora blinked as more light flooded the room. She felt a strange prickling sensation in her fingers and tried to bring her hands up to look at them but couldn't. She looked down to find her hands tied together behind her back. Her feet were shackled together as well. She looked up again and there he was. She despised him. She despised him almost as much as she despised the man cowering behind him like a dog.

"What do you want?" she asked in a voice that dripped with disdain for both of them.

"Is that anyway to talk to the self-confessed love of your life, my dear?" asked the bastard.

If Adora could describe Ramsay Snow in words it would definitely not be love of her life. It'd probably more like ew, or no, or get away. Not that the he wasn't a handsome man. She could almost picture him being handsome with another person's personality attached to him.

"Who said you were that?" Adora replied as though she was talking about the weather outside.

An almost hurt look came over Ramsay's face. She could tell by the look in those pale blue ice-cold eyes of his that she would pay for that comment soon.

"Don't you remember?" he asked sadly, playing up the part of the hurt lover. "You told me last night after I saved you from my men."

"You saved me from your men?"

That was not how she remembered it but she'd see how he spun it.

Ramsay nodded reverently. "You don't remember because they hit you roughly about the head a couple of times," he told her. "The men were just about ready to take turns raping you when I found you. Poor thing. I hate to think what would have happened had I not wandered in and stopped them."

Adora's head was still a little foggy so she'd go with what he was saying for now. But she had a strong feeling that was not the truth. In fact she could hear his voice in the back of her head egging his men on in their actions.

"I still don't believe you," she told him. "But if that is how you wish to see it you may hold onto your lie. For that is what it more than likely is."

"That hurts me almost as bad as the thought of you trying to take my pet away from me," Ramsay told her. "Why were you trying, my dear Adora, to take poor Reek from his home?"

Adora looked around the "love of her life" to find the creature that was formerly known as Theon Greyjoy. As much as she despised him she found herself hating herself more for doing so. This once proud man, no boy, was now brought low. He looked no more like Theon Greyjoy then a direwolf would look like an actual Stark. She saw the poor boy's hands what she saw almost made her sick. Some of the fingers were missing and the rest were either flayed or bitten so bad they were unrecognizable as fingers.

"Theon Greyjoy has information that I need," she hissed at Ramsay.

"What information?"

"That is between myself and Theon."

Ramsay shook his head. "Perhaps some more time with my boys would loosen your tongue," he said with a sigh.

Adora looked over Theon or Reek as Ramsay called him now. She hoped beyond hope that some small part of Theon still remained. As Theon turned his back on her Adora felt tears start to prick her eyes. Bile rose in her throat as she watched the bastard's boys close in on her.

The door banged open startling everyone in the room. Adora breathed a sigh of relief hoping it was someone who was willing to help her. Poor misguided girl that she was. Upon seeing Roose Bolton himself she could hear all her hopes and dreams of escape shatter like glass on the floor.

"Have her washed up," Roose ordered, "and dressed. Not by your men or yourself Ramsay. We want the girl to look healthy at least. Her uncle Edmure and your step aunt have come to celebrate the good news."

Adora wanted to ask what good news there was to celebrate. But the thought of seeing her brother Edmure again overpowered her need to know.

"All right," said Ramsay. "You all can leave now."

The disappointed groans of the his men as they left made Adora's heart race with fear at the thought of what could have happened if it weren't for Edmure's visit. She watched as Roose left herself, Theon, and Ramsay alone in the room.

"I will send Myranda in to bathe and dress you," Ramsay told her. "Come Reek."

Adora sighed in relief as Ramsay left the room. A few minutes later the door opened again and a young woman walked in carrying a dress with her.

"You must be Miss Adora Tully," said the girl. Not waiting for an answer she continued on. "I'm Myranda. Are you going to give me any trouble about bathing and dressing?"

Shaking her head no Adora followed Myranda over to a tub of hot water. She really didn't want to find out now what kind of horrors Myranda could bring upon her.

There you go. I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far. I'll try to get another update out tonight or tomorrow at the latest. Please let me know what you think.