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"I sure wonder."
"What?" He sounds pained, exasperated, as if anticipating more horrors to come.
Well, he's not far off the mark.
"If it's true, those rumours about your...you know." He lazily gestures with his knife, enjoying the way his features contort in fear.
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh, no no no. Nothing. Don't worry."
That doesn't seem to do the trick.
"I mean it. You've earned a break, Theon."
He moves in, closer, and Greyjoy cringes away from him, as far as the restraints will allow.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. For the moment, anyway."
He strokes his arm reassuringly, which makes him shiver.
He's so scared now.
Nothing like the loudmouth he was coming in.
He wouldn't give, or bend, his arrogance keeping him from it.
And what doesn't bend, breaks.
He's still Theon Greyjoy but he won't be for long.
Myranda's idea promises to be quite a bit of fun.
Smart girl, not to make use of what he's got would be a waste.
"Maybe even a treat, because I happen to be in a generous mood today."
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The girl comes in, the one that was with his torturer.
She's pretty, but her eyes terrify him.
"Hello there."
She's blatantly obvious trying to make a move on him, even though he's filthy and in chains.
What is it with these people?
Working for the Boltons must really take a toll on one's mind.
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"Now, that's no way to repay your host."
Ramsay bursts in, slamming the door against the wall.
Theon jumps, can't help it.
"Oh, Ramsay, we were just-"
"I know what you were doing, fucking filthy whore."
She can't really tell if he's joking, she nearly never can and she's the one who knows him best.
Better tread carefully.
"M'lord, I-"
"You want Ironborn cock so bad, is that it? Am I not enough for you?"
That last sentence makes her halt.
No way he would ever say that and mean it.
Well, she can play this game, too.
"No, of course not. I would never!"
"You know, I think I'm going to make you a gift of it. He's not going to need it any longer."
Theon behind her is starting to babble incoherently, perhaps hoping to get free by being whiny.
Pathetic.
"M'lord, you're so generous. Thank-"
"Get out of my sight. I'll deal with you later. First, it's his turn."
With a snap of his fingers, the doors open again and Skinner and some other goon of his enter.
Oh, he's so cold-blooded and she loves him for it.
Greyjoy desperately tries to get free, struggling in his chains.
She leaves him to his fate.
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