As Ramsay walked through the corridors of his compound, he remembered
the first time he'd ever heard of the name Theon Greyjoy. His father,
Roose Bolton had been stalled for months in a corporate takeover of the
Greyjoy shipping empire and was growing increasingly displeased as the
hostile acquisition was being delayed by meaningless court orders.
"Ramsay... I want you and your gang of misfits to capture Balon's only
son. Take the daughter too if you can manage it. But bring me Theon
Greyjoy and the Dreadfort will be yours to do with as you please." Roose had
explained in his office, while Ramsay glared at the man who had
abandoned him and his mother to a hellish destitution.
"Yes, you will give me that father... Along with your name, and
acknowledge in writing and public decree that I am your sole heir.
People will know me as a Bolton from now on." Ramsay had countered
with a devilish smirk, knowing he had cornered his father by the balls.
With billions of dollars at stake, Roose Bolton reluctantly agreed to
everything, thus giving his bastard child free reign, unlimited funds
and the keys to begin building his own empire.
Ramsay and his Bastard Boys, along with Gregor Clegane had planned and
executed the kidnapping with grand success. Tracking, locating and
spying on Theon Greyjoy for weeks, waiting for the perfect opportunity
to nab the party boy rich brat and hold him hostage until his father
relinquished the family's fortune to Roose Bolton. But surprisingly,
Balon Greyjoy was a stubborn fool and refused to cave into their
demands so Ramsay became creative, flaying the handsome youth,
returning the shipping tycoon his son, one strip of flesh at a
time. When the fingers and toes arrived next, Balon caved and signed
over all his assets, but by then, Ramsay had grown infatuated with his
prisoner and refused to give Theon up. The once carefree handsome youth
was now the Bastard's property, a tortured plaything and sexual prisoner
called Reek.
In order to avoid Roose Bolton's displeasure, Ramsay and his crew
disappeared underground with the bastard's first pet and grew their
criminal syndicate in a few short years. Ruthless, deadly and ambitious.
Ramsay's name spread far and wide, absorbing or destroying other rival
factions, till none stood in their way. Even his own father and Petyr
Baelish, the rising political and secret mastermind, were forced to take
notice and give the Bolton Bastard his proper dues.
"Boss?" Skinner stirred Ramsay from his reminiscing, opening the door
into the waiting room, where Reek was currently upon his knees, stripped
naked and cowering under Damon's intense interrogating gaze.
"My lost bitch has returned home to me. Whatever for I wonder." Ramsay
spoke as he entered the room, giving Damon a nod to step aside and let
him see Reek for himself. "I was beginning to worry you were gone for
good." The Bastard grabbed a handful of dirty crusted hair and yanked
Reek's head up, staring into those frightened eyes, smirking with delight
at the fear he still saw there.
"Please... Master..." Reek trembled violently, shutting his eyes from
Ramsay's piercing gaze, tears streaking down hollow cheeks. He fell
forward and clutched at the Bastard's boot with his mangled hands,
sobbing openly and pleading for mercy. Ramsay softened his grip and
caressed gentle fingers through the young man's hair, smiling. "Shhh...
Welcome home Reek."
Arya readied herself as quickly as she could, slipping back into her
black thigh highs and g-string and adding a lacy black demi-cup bra. Going
to her walk in closet, she quickly chose a short black skirt and pulled a
sheer pink tank over her head. She sat down at her dressing table to
apply a little mascara, then added some lip gloss in a matching shade of
pink. Hurriedly, she brushed her hair so that it rippled over her
shoulders and dabbed on a bit of Ramsay's favorite scent. Arya left the
bedroom, only to run back and step into a pair of sexy black heels that
her Master was fond of. Finally ready, she rushed down to the main
floor, checking Ramsay's study to see if he was there. Finding the room
empty, she wandered back out into the hall where she found Skinner
standing outside a pair of closed doors.
"There you are girl." The Bastard boy smiled at her, pushing his greying
hair back from his face and pulling a cigarette from a pack in his
chest pocket. The Boss wants you to wait in the living room. He'll send
word when he's ready for you." He nodded toward the living room and she
entered the room ahead of him. She turned to face Skinner as he stood in
the doorway, lighting his smoke. She liked this one the best, he'd never hurt
her, always had a smile or a wink when they met. She felt sure that he
was not always kind, no man who worked for her Master could be, but she
was glad that she didn't have to see that side of him. "Wait here now,
love." He said to her now in his Irish brogue, "I'll come back for you
shortly." Arya nodded and he left her to wait, wondering who had come,
who it was that her Master wanted her to meet.
When Skinner returned, Ramsay ordered his men to take Reek down to the
interrogation room and find out his whereabouts, contacts and why he had
returned on his own. The Bastard of Bolton wasn't a paranoid man, but
he had plenty of enemies and Ramsay could always tell when his Reek was
hiding something. As his boys worked their magic, Ramsay sat in the
control booth, smoking and playing with the surveillance cameras
throughout the compound. He clicked on the video feed to the living room
and saw his pretty pet Arya sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the
straps on her heels, looking bored. Bolton sucked his cigarette a little
harder and adjusted his sudden arousal. Those damn shoes and her cute
feet always stirred him up. Unable to leave at the moment, Ramsay glared
as he hit the intercom button and called on Skinner, sending the
Bastard Boy off to go fuck the girl as he watched from his camera in the
sky.
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