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“Mine”, Ramsay whispered as he trailed his fingers along reek’s pale, bony collar.
“I-I’m yours master, only yours, always and-“
“Yes, reek”, Ramsay interrupted, setting his slender fingers on the lips of the twitching mess before him.
Reek stilled, attentively waiting for his master’s commands.
“Tell me… reek”, his voice was dangerously soft and slurred, “Is it cold when you sleep with the hounds?”
Reek didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should answer with a “yes master” or a “no master”. He was wary of which answer to give, like it was a bomb he needed to deactivate. One wrong click of a button and the alarm goes off.
He needed to be careful.
“No master.”
Reek swallowed hard, bracing himself for a beating.
Ramsay’s eyes flickered to meet reeks. His eyelashes brushed lightly across his cheek. A flash of anger lit in his eyes and reek shivered violently.
“Lie to me again” ramsay snapped, gripping reek’s blonde locks so hard, a yelp disengaged from his throat.
“Y-yes m-master, it’s really cold when I sleep out there, please m-master… please.”
“Good boy, I expect to hear the truth from now on.”
Reek nodded, blinking tears from his eyes.
Ramsay softened. “Come join me in bed” he cooed.
Reek’s eyes widened.
This is a trick. This is a trick. This is a trick.
Ramsay strolled over to his bed, lifting the many layers of fur quilt to reveal a toasty welcome of sleep and comfort.
“Come on, reek.”
His master was waiting, eyebrows raised and patience slowly draining away from his poker face.
“Reek does not deserve-“
“Reek does what his master commands.”
Reek twitched, eyes nervously darting here and there. “Yes master”, he whispered quietly, climbing into the warmth.
Ramsay grinned, following reek into bed and lying beside him. Ramsay coddled his pet into his arms and let sleep wash over him. Reek could feel the breath of his master on his skin, tingling with every exhale. Chills ran down his spine and paranoia threatened to worm its way inside his brain.
Reek was drowning in a mixture of confusion, fear and strangely the feeling of home.
Maybe I am really sick in the mind.
Reek allowed his vision to roam over his master’s face.
Ramsay’s light brown hair covered his eyes. With instinct and a bold act, reek lifted his fingers, gently brushing his master’s hair out of his green eyes.
Ramsay’s eyelids fluttered open, and reek thought he could sense a hint of sadness and truth. There always was, in the darkest hours of the night.
“Do you love me, reek?” his words were tumbling out of his mouth and over each other, barely a whisper.
Their nose touched slightly.
“Yes, master”.
Reek couldn't sleep that night.