Author's Note: I want to put a warning, there is hints of torture and sexual assault. I also hope my first try at Ramsay's point of view isn't complete crap. I tried to show his sadistic nature, but attraction to our Anna. I hope you all like this chapter. Thank you all for the reviews, favorites and follows.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones or anything associated with it. I own only Anna. Lyrics are from Under your skin by Aesthetic Perfection (reminded me of Ramsay, it's creepy as heck.)

"I just can't wait to get under your skin

Without thinking to take what I want

My claws creeping down

Where it's warm

if I'm dreaming

is this wrong?"

Chapter 11: The game.

Ramsay.

"Why are you doing this?"

Ramsay sat in his chair as the men continued to beat her, and grab at her body. She was beautiful. Her skin was pale, her lips pink and her eyes bright blue. She had more muscle then Ramsay was used to on his women, but she was different. She was a warrior, a fighter, not some little maid. She had fire, and even as she was held helpless in the middle of the room the fire still burned in her. His grey eyes met her blue orbs, and for a moment he called off his men. The two men who had their hands upon her stepped back.

"Leave us." His voice was stern. "Go check on our other guest."

Once his men were gone he approached the girl, the fire in her eyes didn't die, and it made something inside him stir. Ramsay was enthralled by her, drawn in by her. She was different than his bed warmers, she was something much more, and she was a fighter.

"Back the fuck off, bastard, or I swear." She spit fire at him.

"You swear what, Anna?"

He stood before her and watched with a smirk as she fought the ropes that held her up. Her eyes were fixed on him; the blue in them had grown dark.

"I will take a sword and drive it through you. I will kill you and I'll enjoy it, every fucking second of it."

He watched her body flail, watched her lips curl into a snarl. She was a wolf, and it excited something in him. Ramsay grabbed her hair roughly, forcing her face close to his own.

"Sounds like a fun time, Anna." His voice whispered tauntingly.

Before she could say another word to him, Ramsay slammed his lips against hers. She had soft lips, and he bit roughly at her bottom lip drawing her blood into his mouth. As he pulled back from her, she spit the blood back in his face.

"Bitch."

He slapped her across the face, but she made no sound. She was a stubborn bitch; in all the beatings she took not once did she scream or plead. Her pride clearly got the better of her. He watched her and thought came to mind, he would make her scream. One way or another, Ramsay would make a scream come from her pretty little lips.

He tore the dirty dress from her body; she still did not make a sound. He looked upon her pale skin, almost every inch of her covered in bruises. He ran his hands across her breasts, ran his hands down her stomach traveling toward her cunt. Anna Stark made no sound, she did not beg. He smirked as he removed her small clothes, leaving the wolf bitch naked before him.

"You're going to scream, Anna Stark, one way or another."

Her eyes met his in defiance, and once more the man grabbed her beautiful red hair. He yanked her head back sharply and without warning he attacked her neck. He bit at her skin, sucked on her skin, but nothing drew a sound from her lips.

"As much as I would rather it is my name you are screaming, it matters not to me." His voice was a whisper as his fingers found the young woman's cunt.

Myranda dug her nails into his back while his hips thrust against hers. He found a rhythm with her, the same thing constantly. She knew how to please him, but it became mundane after a while. The same bruises, the same scratches, but she had not bored him. Not yet. Just as the woman was spilling his name from her lips he pulled himself from her. She almost pouted but she dared not, Ramsay did not have time for her insolence.

"I expect you to be gone when I get back." His voice was cold when he stood from the bed; he had a woman to visit.

"I don't know why you have to go see her." Myranda was jealous, and it was growing to anger the bastard son.

He ignored her and dressed himself, the images of Anna in his head. It had only been hours since he killed his guard, just to make her trust him. He wanted her to believe he was on her side, that he didn't touch her. Until her memory of those days came back, he would play his game and see how far he could take the little wolf. He enjoyed playing with her.

He left Myranda, the jealous woman, practically pouting in his bed, and he made his way through the empty halls of the Dreadfort. He got the little wolf to attack Theon Greyjoy, attack a man he was sure mattered to her. There had been whispers from the Iron born men that the two had shared a bed, and even as he tortured the people of Winterfell he learned some dirty little secrets. Anna Stark and Theon Greyjoy thought they were so clever, thought they could keep something like that private. Ramsay would enjoy the fun he could have with them; enjoy the pain he could bring to both of them.

When he entered her chambers he did not knock, he wanted to see what he could catch her doing. Anna sat at the desk writing, no doubt a raven for her brother. Another useless piece of parchment that would reach its destination. His father had assured him that the King in the North didn't even know of where his sister was. Poor bastard probably thought she was dead, oh well.

"Lady Anna." He watched her body give a slight jump at his voice. "What are you writing?"

His heavy footsteps echoed off the walls of the rooms, the girl having not yet spoken. When he was standing over her, he could only watch as she flipped the parchment over, her blue eyes looking up at him in defiance.

"A raven to my brother at the Wall, I haven't heard from him in some time."

Ramsay barely remembered that she had a bastard brother; the honorable Ned Stark had stepped away from his wife to fuck a whore. How classic. He watched her eyes as she spoke of her brother, looking for some kind of hatred for her bastard kin but he found nothing but worry.

"I am sure he is fine, men of the Wall are tough."

Ramsay tried to sound comforting and he only hoped it worked. In reality he could care less about her damn wolf family; it wasn't like they would matter soon enough anyway. The north would be theirs in time, given the recent turn of events. Ramsay's family would have everything.

"I am sure," her voice wistful, "can never be too careful though."

She was much more docile now than she had been while tied in the dungeons, and he wondered if anything had come back to her. Did she now fear him? Was she plotting to run away from him? He wouldn't allow that. His father had instructed him to make sure Anna Stark did not leave the Dreadfort, when her brother would fall she would be the key to the North. She would gain them the favor.

He was shocked when she stood from the desk, moving around him to fetch the dagger he had given her. A wicked smirk came to his lips as he thought of her using the dagger. He imagined her trying to cut him, and in his mind it only lead to a very fun game. His second thought was getting Anna to use the dagger on his friend in the dungeon; he could only imagine how fun that would be.

"Here," she surprised him by holding out the dagger to him, "I don't use daggers much. Now if you had a sword or a bow, I would gladly take those."

"You shoot a bow?" He questioned, thoughts spinning in his mind.

"Aye, I do." He watched her bite at her bottom lip, for a moment he remembered the taste of her lips. "Theon taught me a long time ago, he's a much better archer than I."

He knew from the way she spoke of Theon his theories were correct, and when he raised an eyebrow he watched her face turn red. She loved him, it was evident. Maybe not to most, and the whispers of the tortured people helped. Oh Ramsay was going to have so much fun.

"We have a training yard, and a few bows if you want to shoot them." He knew he sounded excited. "Myranda likes to go out there and shoot as well, so you may run into her."

Ramsay watched as her eyes flashed at the mention of Myranda, he knew she didn't like her. Some women just were meant to hate each other.

"She shoots?" Her question was followed by a scoff. "I didn't think she had it in her."

He played with the dagger in his hand, thinking of the right way to play the game. If he spoke without thinking he would let her in on too much, too soon. Ramsay wanted to play the game a little longer.

"She goes hunting with me."

"Truly?" Her mouth held open, her blue eyes wide.

"Aye."

She looked as if wheels were turning in her head, and Ramsay was enjoying the sight. Her lips were pursed together and her eyes seemed focused. He thought of grabbing her hair, and smashing his lips against hers. Just to see how she would react, but again he wanted to play the good man just a little longer. Ramsay wanted to see how far he could push his little wolf before she broke.

"I haven't been hunting in some time," she said. "Could I come with you sometime? Instead of her."

A smile came to his face, she had no idea. He didn't hunt animals, not all the time, but if she wanted to come he couldn't deny her. She was a princess now after all.

"If you can out shoot Myranda, you can join me on my next trip."

"Lead the way to the targets, Ramsay."

As he lead her through the Dreadfort Ramsay couldn't help but smile. He had seen the spark of determination in her eyes, the girl was competitive. He would enjoy watching the two women fight for his company, well mostly Myranda fighting. He knew Anna wasn't wishing to hunt to be near him, but Myranda was. She wanted to be glued to his side, but competition never hurt anyone.

Anna.

Anna grabbed a bow and faced the targets, a smile on her lips. She had gone from sulking about Jon, and Robb, to feeling good. She could go hunting, and shoot a bow again. She hadn't shot a bow since before the war, before Theon had betrayed her. He would sneak off with her at night, holding her flush against him while trying to teach her to shoot the arrows. Even in the daylight, among her brothers, he would teach her. Using the excuse to touch her, and she would never forget those memories.

But now she wasn't shooting in Winterfell, in the comfort of her own courtyard. She was in the damned Dreadfort, her body bruised and sore. Her brothers were nowhere to be found, her father was not watching her with wonder and her mother staring at her disbelief. Instead she was surrounded by Ramsay Snow and his damned maid. Myranda only served to glare at her as she came into the yard, taking her own bow up.

"How many arrows?" She asked looking at Ramsay, he would be the judge.

"A dozen."

Anna took her first arrow up, placing it upon the bow. She would win; she needed to get out of the Dreadfort. Being in the forest, hunting, would give her some kind of peace. Any kind of peace. She took in a deep breath, and slowly let it out as she let the arrow fly. With a smile it landed in the middle, Myranda's missed the target all together. It continued on until only one arrow remained for each. Anna had only missed the target once, when Ramsay had come forward to adjust her position. She didn't need it, and when his hand touched her she flinched away from him causing her to miss.

Her last shot landed directly next to her first arrow, securing her the ultimate victory. Anna knew she would win; Myranda had missed more arrows than she had. The girl was good, there was no doubt about it, but she wasn't focused. Her eyes weren't focused on the target like they should have been, instead she kept glancing at Ramsay. No doubt annoyed that he made her come out there to shoot against Anna.

"Looks like I have a new hunting partner." Ramsay's voice sounded almost giddy.

"Don't worry, Myranda, you can go back to hunting with him soon," Anna smiled. "I just need to get out for a little."

The other woman didn't speak; she only tossed her bow to the ground and stormed away. A bitter look on her face. Anna hadn't meant to be rude, but she was happy to be leaving the being locked in the dungeons, and being cooped up in her room, Anna just wanted to be out. The woods would give her peace. She would feel free among the trees, and the animals. She belonged there.

"I hope she isn't too bitter." Anna turned to Ramsay as she spoke.

"She shall be alright, Lady Anna," he spoke. "So we shall leave in two days' time, if that is alright with you."

Anna smiled and nodded, the idea of the woods filling her mind. The thought of being on a horse, the wind blowing through her red hair bringing her a sense of peace. It would be her peace, her happiness. Surrounded by strangers, and finally she would feel close to her home.

She took a few more shots at the target, letting the arrows fly from her fingers. Her body relaxed, and completely filled with the cool air around her. She didn't notice at first that Ramsay had drawn close to her, until she felt his hands resting on her waist. She was frozen, trying to ignore his touch.

"its okay, Anna, take another shot."

She hated when he called her Anna, he made it feel sickening. She closed her eyes and tried to shake the sinking feeling she felt in her gut. The hollow feeling in her. She took her aim, and as the arrow flew his lips found her shoulder. Anna tore herself from him, a fire in her eyes. Her eyes clashed against his grey orbs, an anger in her belly.

"Touch me again and I will shoot you next."

She threw the bow down and stalked away from him. She would not let him touch her like that; she was not a common whore. She didn't hear him following her, and for that she was grateful. She stormed to the chamber she had been given, anger in her belly. How dare he? Who did he think he was? She couldn't even believe him. Once Anna was in her chambers she made to lock the door, only before she could she was shoved against the stone wall.

"You better leave Ramsay alone, bitch." Her eyes locked on Myranda who held a small knife to her throat.

Anna almost wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

"Don't worry, princess, I am not interested."

Anna shocked Myranda by easily pushing the woman from her, and taking the knife from her hand. She looked at the girl in pity; she was so wrapped up in Ramsay. She didn't even realize he didn't love her. She felt bad for her, not that Anna could judge. She loved a man who ruined everything.

"Now get out, and I won't tell your master what you've done."

Myranda didn't leave though, and chill went through Anna as a smirk settled on the woman's lips. She walked Anna's chambers before sitting at her desk. Anna made a move for her when she picked up a raven from her desk, the raven she was meant to send to Jon.

"Who is Jon Snow? Another lover of yours?" Myranda questioned in a sickening sweet voice. "Must have a thing for bastards."

"He's my brother," Anna snatched the letter from her. "He's my brother, and he's so much more than a bastard. So hold your tongue, you bitch."

Anna Stark would not allow some flowery bitchy maid speak of her brother like he was nothing. Jon Snow was a better man than most and she missed him. She missed him, and Robb, she missed the men who meant everything to her. Her father and her family. Myranda or Ramsay would never understand. She was Stark, and they were meant to be with their own blood.

"I meant no offense." Myranda moved from the desk, making her way to Anna. "Can I show you something, Lady Anna?"

She was skeptical of the woman, skeptical of what she would want to show her. So she shook her head, Anna was not going to follow her. She could lead her back to that dungeon, have her tied up again. She still couldn't even remember what happened to her, she wasn't going to do that again.

"It's not bad, you may even like it," Myranda held a smirk. "It's a friend, come on."

Anna resigned to it and followed Myranda down the halls of the Dreadfort. She kept the knife she had taken from the girl in her hand; she would kill her if she had to. Anna followed her to a door, and to a staircase that she remembered. Anna froze at the top of the stairs.

"I am not going down there." It was the dungeon.

"It's not for you, it's for your friend," Myranda's voice was a whisper. "Don't you want to help your friend?"

Anna could think only of the man upon the wooden x, the man she hit. She had promised herself to convince Ramsay to take him down, but if she could do it on her own. She could feel better. She won't feel the guilt building inside of her. Anna followed her down, the torch illuminating the darkness. Myranda seemed to be almost skipping with glee, but the second she goes to the open door she froze. Anna made to move around her.

"What.." Myranda seemed confused.

"Is this a foolish joke, Myranda?" Anna questioned.

"No, no, he was just here."

Anna made to leave, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She thought she'd get the chance to save the man, to save the iron born man. But it seemed Ramsay had already killed him, and she no longer could do a thing to help. She would have taken him off the rack, and helped him.

Anna collapsed in the bed, her mind a mess. He had made it seem like he wasn't going to kill him, that they needed him to find Theon. Why would he kill him so soon? Anna just couldn't understand, but she wasn't Ramsay. She would never understand that bastard.

Myranda

She needed to get rid of that wolf bitch; Ramsay was becoming to obsessed with her. It was making Myranda sick that she couldn't keep Ramsay to herself any longer. He had left her countless times when he had her in the dungeon, and now he was taking her hunting. How could he do that to her? She was going to get rid of her, one way or another.

Myranda took the parchment she had taken from Anna's desk, and with a wicked smirk she went in search of the ravens. She knew Ramsay wouldn't let Anna send it to her brother, but Myranda would. Her first plan failed, showing her the damned Iron born. This plan wouldn't fail, and soon the men would come for the Stark bitch. Ramsay would be hers again.

No one was there, and so she sent the raven north. Sent the damned bird to the Wall where the girl's bastard brother lived. Thankfully, the wolf bitch mentioned it in the raven. If not she wouldn't have known where to send the paper, she knew of course Winterfell had fallen. Ramsay had seen to that. With a smirk Myranda found herself searching for Ramsay in his chambers, but to her dismay he was already asleep.

"You'll be mine."

"I just can't wait to get under your skin

I'm not sure what this could be

Something's broken inside of me

tucked away and out of sight

the after-hours bring it to life"