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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Ramsay_Bolton/Theon_Greyjoy, Ramsay_Bolton/Theon_Greyjoy/Reek
  Character:
      Theon_Greyjoy, Ramsay_Bolton, Asha_Greyjoy, Sandor_Clegane, Jon_Snow,
      Roose_Bolton, Joffrey_Baratheon, Balon_Greyjoy
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Stockholm_Syndrome, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug_Use, Drug_Addiction,
      Emotional_Hurt/Comfort, Emotional_Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Abuse, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Mental_Health_Issues, Other
      Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Slow_Build, Blow_Jobs, Weapons, Generic
      Dangerous_Shit, Ramsay_is_his_own_warning
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-01 Updated: 2016-05-17 Chapters: 7/? Words: 15458
****** Lovely Figures, Disturbed Centers ******
by NightmaresKilledAlice
Summary
     Theon Greyjoy is alive but not really present. What does Theon need?
     Someone to sink their claws into his brain, and drag him back to
     reality.
Notes
     Hi! This is my new story and I plan to keep up with it diligently.
     So, if you like it, be prepared for more chapters in the near future.
     Enjoy~
***** Chapter One *****
Theon Greyjoy sat on the front steps of his house with rips in his jeans, a
half clean shirt, and a cigarette in between two fingers. It was raining and
the awning was the only thing keeping his messy hair dry. However, his bare
feet, which were stretched out, were getting drips on them. He watched the
water droplets slide down his feet and then fall off when they reached his
ankles.
“Theon, are you going to school today?”
As he turned around, he saw Asha looking at him from behind the screen door.
She looked like she had something to say but instead she just stayed silent to
see if her brother would be taking another “Day off”. Theon swore he always saw
underlying judgement in her pale grey eyes.
“Yeah, I guess. The teachers are bitching at me about my absences, anyways.”
Theon said as he pressed his cigarette against the side of one of the flower
pots beside him and threw the extinguished butt in the soil. Asha raised an
eyebrow.
He opened the screen door and she moved aside to let him pass. After putting
his shoes on and slinging his book bag over one shoulder, he left the house. As
Theon walked to school, he wondered why he was really going to school at all.
It’s not like he had any real plans for college and usually juniors in high
school had some idea. In the past, Theon might’ve assumed that he would work
side-by-side with his father at their Import and Export Facilitation Company
but the money was running out, the debt was piling on, and Theon’s hopes of a
stable future was shaky, at best.
Wow, what a promising life I have in store for me, Theon thought.
After about twenty more minutes of walking, he could finally see the front
doors of his school and the large mass of students standing and mingling right
in front of it. As he walked through the parking lot, he could see other kids
laughing and pushing each other, while others leaned against the walls of the
building with their music blasting from headphones.
While he walked to the doors, he had a few people acknowledge him via head nod
and one or two smiles but that was about it. He didn’t care enough to hang out
with those in the advanced classes and he gave shits about all the wrong things
to hang out with the failures. Although he did spend his fair share of time in
detention, he didn’t make a social place out of it.
Speaking of, Theon actually may have detention today. As he entered the
building, instead of making his way to his classes like the others, he waited
in line at the front desk and, when it was his turn, he rested his arms on the
desk and spoke to the woman. She had a pencil shoved behind each of her ears
and her, short, red hair, was gelled making her look ten years older than she
probably was. Theon rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, um. I was just wondering if I was scheduled to have detention today.” He
said awkwardly and he glanced at the motivational posters on the walls.
“Name?” The woman said with her fingers hovering over the keyboard, preparing
to type.
“Theon. Theon Greyjoy.”
“Theeeeon Greyyyjoyy.” She said as she typed and squinted at the screen
“Yep, right there, you have detention for first and second period today and
tomorrow. Room 113.”
Theon sighed and looked down at his shoes. Fuck that, he thought.
“Alright, thanks, I guess.” He said and ran his fingers through his hair. He
exited the office and left the building all together. Why would he bother
coming to school just so he could sit in a room and do nothing. A part of him
said that if he just suffered through the detention, he could eventually go
back to class, but the other part of his brain that usually was in control,
said that that shit was stupid.
Theon couldn’t go home, he was supposed to be here, at school. He couldn’t
leave the school grounds, because it’s not like he had money to do anything.
So, he wandered.
As he walked around the campus, he could feel his mind go a little blank. Maybe
everyone had those moments, but they had been happening to Theon more and more
as time passed. It would feel like his thoughts would just sort of fade away as
he thought them until he wasn’t thinking at all. Sort of as if his thoughts
were the ending of a movie and they were fading to black. It’s like his skull
had become empty, like a bowl. There were many metaphors to describe this
occurrence. His eyes didn’t focus on anything at all. His surroundings for a
moment just became one massive blur. He continued walking.
His brain turned back on when he saw the football field and bleachers in the
distance. There we go, he thought. Finally a destination.
Due to it being late March, the fields were generally not in use. So, it was no
surprise when the turf and seats were basically deserted. It was still
drizzling and Theon shook his hair out like a dog and his white t-shirt was
damp. Climbing the stairs and looking at the bleachers, he noticed that they
were still wet, too. He sighed and sat down on the very top tier of seats, on
the edge. He shoved one hand in the pocket of his jeans and removed his
cigarettes and lighter.
As he lit the cigarette he noticed something in the edge of his vision. Theon
had horrible eye-sight so, to him, it just looked like a little black mass but
as he looked closer he could see that the mass was a person sitting at the
other end of the bleachers. Theon jumped when he could see the head of the
person turn towards him.
Theon felt his skin tingling and looked back towards the field, then at the
sky. Anywhere but at the person. The guy was probably just skipping out like he
was, and was probably also trying to find some peace and quiet, just like Theon
was. Now is not the time for making friends, he thought.
Theon nearly pissed his pants when he heard the bleachers squeak and someone
sit beside him. Out of surprise, Theon had sucked in a breath causing him to
re-inhale the cloud of smoke he had just exhaled. This was followed with a fit
of coughing. While he recovered he looked at the person who had sat down beside
him. The first thing that he noticed was the way that his eyes were sharp as
hell. And by sharp, he meant that they reminded him of knives. The way he
looked at Theon made him feel like this person was daring him. Daring him to do
what, he didn't know. But it was a dare nonetheless.
“Fuck, man, you scared me.” Theon said stupidly and took the time to examine
the rest of this person. His eyes were an icey blue, he was taller than Theon
and had a little bit more bulk, but he would be best described as lean. He was
dressed majorly in black but he didn’t look goth or emo - unlike the rest of
the posers in this school. His hair probably looked just as black as his
clothing but , because they were outside, Theon could see that it was actually
just a dark brown.
“Sorry. You looked like you could use a person to sit with.” The person said
and smiled. The smile was nice and Theon felt oddly comforted. He didn’t really
like feeling like that with someone he barely knew. He took another hit off his
cigarette but blew it away from the guy.
“Gotcha. Well, I’m just hanging out. My name’s Theon, though.” He offered while
nodding his head. He had become fidgety and tried to make some eye contact
while he spoke but he broke it off because it felt like he wasn’t supposed to
do that. Whatever, he was happy to look at the astroturf.
“Theon. T-h-e-o-n?.” The person spelled out Theon’s name and then looked at him
expectantly. Theon merely raised his eyebrows and nodded again. I bet this kid
has a stupid, fake name, Theon thought. Like Lucifer or Blade or something.
“Yours?” Theon prompted.
“Ramsay.”
Oh, that was actually a cooler name than he expected. Reminded him of the word
‘family’. Or ‘puberty’. But mostly ‘family’. Theon smiled at his own stupid
thoughts.
“Nice to meet you, or whatever.” Theon said and then offered the last hit of
his cigarette to Ramsay. The guy looked like a smoker. Usually though, the
people who skip class have a certain way of sitting. Weird thing for Theon to
notice, but it was true. The majority of them slouched their shoulders with
their head slightly down. The price for feeling shitty all the time, he
guessed. However, Ramsay sat differently. He sat with his shoulders back and
his back straight. He sat with his chin slightly raised. If Theon tried to do
it like that he would probably look like a damn fool but the way Ramsay did it
made it look natural and almost regal. He still looked like a smoker, though.
Ramsay accepted the cigarette and carefully breathed in, then exhaled after a
moment. Together Theon and Ramsay sat in the tiny of cloud of smoke and they
both watched it disappear into the air.
They sat there for about half an hour. Smoking cigarettes and not saying much
to each other at all. Just sitting there watching smoke and watching the
occasional person that walked across the field. It was nice and, the longer
they sat there, the more relaxed Theon got. The more his thoughts started to
fade at the edges and his peripheral vision got blurry. His mind was going a
little blank. Soon, his eyes went unfocused and Theon sat there leaning against
the back wall of the bleachers, not thinking, and staring out at the field.
That lasted for a few moments and when he sort of ‘came back’ he noticed Ramsay
staring at him.
Theon had never thought about it before, but now he wondered if people could
tell when his mind went a little blank. Did he get pale? Did he breath heavier?
He didn’t know. Theon didn’t say anything though, and just stared back at
Ramsay for as long as he could. Even after Theon looked down at his lap, he
could feel that gaze on him. Theon only looked back up when he felt that it was
gone.
“Did you notice?” Theon finally said and looked at Ramsay with a mix of
embarrassment, worry, and curiosity.
“Notice what?” Ramsay looked at him once more before he, too, looked out at the
field.
Even though Ramsay said that, Theon had that clawing feeling in the back of his
head that Ramsay could tell. He felt like Ramsay could tell what Theon was
thinking at this instance. Theon felt like Ramsay knew exactly when Theon had
started to feel a little blank and when it stopped.
Damn, this guy gave Theon the fucking heebie-jeebies.
”Nothing.”
 
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
 
After the rain ended and Theon was down to half a pack, he finally stood up,
pushed his brown hair out of his eyes, and told Ramsay that he had to go.
Ramsay nodded and only said:
“See you around.”
Theon walked down the stairs of the bleachers and resisted the urge to look
back to see if Ramsay was looking at him or if he was also getting up to leave.
It wasn’t until Theon was half way across the field and walking towards the
school building did he realize that his pants were a faded grey. Which means
that he most likely had a wet spot on his ass from where he had been sitting on
the bleachers.
Theon sighed.
“Fuck.”
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Joffrey is here! *Rings the 'Here Comes An Asshole' bell*
The moment that Theon stepped through the door of his house after school, he
was greeted by Asha running down the front hallway and grabbing him in a panic.
Her hair was a mess, eyes were wide, and her work shirt was dirty. She ran up
to him grabbed his shoulders and started to lead Theon through the house as she
talked in a quick, panicked, fearful, tone.
“Dad just called. Apparently he didn’t know that I have been working today so
he thought I was going to clean the house.”
Hearing that, Theon frantically looked around their home as Asha finally
released him in the kitchen. This is the typical bullshit that his father loved
to pull. The house would become a wreck, nobody would do anything, and then at
a moment’s notice, his father would expect the whole place to be damn-near
spotless. Theon didn’t need to ask if his sister had tried to explain that she
had been working. Their dad didn’t believe in excuses.
Theon watched as his sister ran a hand through her hair and pressed her
forehead against the wall in frustration.
Despite their shared DNA, Theon and Asha both acted very differently in
circumstances of pressure. For Asha, it started with a moment of shock, which
most likely happened right when she got off the phone with their dad, followed
by a brief break-down. Theon watched his sister work her way through this stage
in the kitchen, with her walking around in circles and muttering to herself. In
a few minutes, Asha smoothed her hair, adjusted her clothing and entered into a
phase of quick and intense concentration - where she worked diligently and
thoroughly. Theon had a different course of action. First, he let everything
sink in and Theon looked around at their messy house. Then, he slowly left the
room and made his way to his own.
Once Theon entered his own room, he immediately walked to his bedside drawer
and pulled out a dusty baggy of multi-colored pills. Fishing out two, white,
tablets, Theon popped the Adderall in his mouth and waited for the effects.
After sitting on his messy bedspread for a few minutes, listening to the
background noise of Asha demanding help with the work, he finally felt the
familiar pumping of energy through his veins.
Theon hopped up and left the room to go help clean with his sister.
After only ten minutes of the siblings picking up laundry, scrubbing dishes,
and readjusting furniture, their heads snapped up when they heard the front
door slam shut.
“Go to your room, Theon.” Asha said and gently laid her broom on the side of
the kitchen wall.
“But-“
“Go, please.”
Theon knew when his sister was being serious and lowered his head and almost
sprinted up the stairs to his room from all of the built up energy in his body.
When he slammed the door shut, Theon ran over and closed the blinds then began
to pace around his room. He would jog the few steps to his dresser beside the
window then pace back to the closet beside the door on the other side of the
room. He didn’t know how long he kept this up before he eventually stopped to
look at the mirror hanging on his closed door.
He could barely see the dirty, grey, color of his eyes because his pupils were
so dilated. His big black eyes were wide and Theon grinned in the mirror and
then clapped his hands together appreciatively.
Theon glanced away when he heard a crack, a yelp from Asha downstairs, and
heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
Theon started laughing and scurrying around.
“Shit, shit, oh he’s coming up here, aw shit.”
The door slammed open and he saw the tall, looming body of Balon Greyjoy.
“H-hey.” Theon said and stopped walking around his room and just stood in front
of his father. Behind him, he could see that even his fathers shadow was
imposing and aggressive in the hallway. He bit his lip to prevent a noise of
fear to escape.
“Boy, what are you doing?” Balon said and looked at his son without blinking.
He had his arms crossed over his dark brown button up, shirt. By the look of
the stain on his collar, he had apparently been drinking. What kind of sad
fucker goes drinking at three on a Tuesday? Theon thought to himself. Instead,
he chose to say the token phrase of a fearful child in the presence of an
asshole parent.
“I don’t know, sir.”
“You don’t know? Last time I checked, I told you and your sister that this
hellhole was to be fucking spotless by the time I got home.” Balon squinted his
eyes at the boy and took a few steps towards him while Theon took a few steps
back in response.
“I - I did know that. I didn’t know until I got home which was, like, an hour
ago, so I really didn’t have a whole lot of ti-“
Before Theon could finish his sentence, Balon had closed the distance between
him and his child, had backhanded him, and left Theon on the floor from the
sheer force of it. Theon breathed heavily and pushed himself up on his hands
and knees. He looked down when he felt something slide down his lips and chin,
to see a drop of blood hit the carpet. Theon ran his tongue over his teeth to
make sure that he still had them before standing back up. His father was
standing there watching him as though he hadn’t hit anybody at all.
“If I here one more fucking excuse leave your mouth, I will beat you damn
bloody.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” He said as he pressed the heel of his palm against his nose
to try and stop the blood flow.
“I’m going downstairs. Don’t bother me, unless you’re bringing me a drink.”
With that, Theon’s father left the room, with the door remaining open. He could
see Asha in her room across the hallway, gently applying foundation to the
bruise on her cheek. It didn’t look like she had been crying and she probably
hadn’t. Asha wasn’t a crier.
That was more of Theon’s thing.
 
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
 
It had been two weeks since the last ‘episode’ at the Greyjoy household. It had
been two weeks since Theon had taken two different types of pills in less than
a twenty-four hour period. It had only been five days since Theon had cried
himself to sleep. Now everything was back to zero.
When Theon woke up the next morning he felt ashamed and, to be honest, like a
little bitch. He knew people that were in worse situations than he was. He knew
people like Asha who could take a hit like it was nothing and not even bat an
eyelash after a yelp. Why the fuck was Theon so weak? That’s what Theon thought
at 4:30 in the morning. Which just made him feel worse, that his body woke him
up so early just so he could feel bad for himself.
After rolling around in his bed for another two hours, Theon finally made an
attempt to untangle himself from the sheets and put some clothes on. It wasn’t
until Theon was in the bathroom brushing his teeth did he remember Ramsay. He
remembered him when he rubbed the mark from where he had been slapped. Touching
the tingling flesh made Theon remember Ramsay’s eyes. Theon frowned in the
mirror and spit out the toothpaste.
Before Theon left for school, he had grabbed his baggy of pills and shoved a
handful of Xanax into his pocket. On a great day, Theon does his best to avoid
looks and he gets along just fine but, with a giant mark on his face and red-
rimmed eyes, He just can’t take being looked at with the judgmental and
sympathetic eyes of his school mates. Not today.
God, you’re pathetic, he though to himself and popped two regular sized pills
into his mouth and shoved three into his pocket just in case shit got really
bad.
Theon passed his sleeping Dad on the way out and, on his way out the door, he
made sure to slam it for good measure. The few moments of rebellion that he
gets around the house anymore.
Thanks to the rain yesterday, the skies were still dark and murky, being a very
accurate reflection of Theon’s current mood and state of mind. Funny how the
world works like that sometimes.
When Theon got to school after his walk, he was feeling the full force of the
pills he had taken. Of course, he was also getting stares from the people
around the doors of the school but the boy was so worried about keeping his
body straight and not wobbly that he barely cared. Perfect, he thought. This
was why Theon did what he did.
Remembering his detention, Theon decided to be a good kid for once and he made
his way to Room 113 to hang out with the rest of what this grand school had to
offer.
Long after the bell had rang and everybody had scurried off to class, Theon was
finally able to make himself walk in a straight line and make an effort to find
the room he was looking for and, when he did, he felt a sense of
accomplishment. Well, at least I did one thing today. Theon thought to himself.
He walked into the room and took a seat at one of the desks with the little
cubicles on top of them. It looked ridiculous but Theon was happy to have a
place to just sleep.
However, in Theon’s dulled state of mind, he didn’t notice his new friend
Ramsay in one of the chairs in the back. He also didn’t notice Ramsay lean back
in his chair and begin to watch Theon’s movements. Almost as if he were waiting
for a movie to begin.
“Hey, man. Theon.”
Theon looked up lazily, with his mouth hanging slightly open and registered a
young, douchebag looking, blonde kid trying to get his attention. He almost
laughed when he saw a weed necklace hanging from the kids neck.
“J, buddy…” Theon trailed off and he felt his eyes begin to close. Joffrey had
just watched him go down with a surprised expression then a slight smile.
“Theon, man, wake up.” Theon jolted his head up and leaned back in his chair.
He could still feel a slight pressure every time he moved his jaw, which was
bugging him, so Theon jammed his hand into his pockets and pulled out the rest
of his Xanax and put them in his mouth.
How the fuck am I going to swallow these? Theon thought sadly, looking down.
Joffrey watched, glanced back at the teacher who was staring intently at his
laptop, then grabbed a bottle from inside of his book bag. With a glint in his
eyes, he handed Theon the bottle and just said:
“This’ll help.”
Theon grabbed the bottle and swallowed the pills and felt them slide down his
throat. He noticed in the back of his mind the familiar burn of the liquid and
realized that he had washed down three more Xanax’s with liquor. Well, at least
I did one thing today, Theon thought for the second time that day and handed
the bottle back to Joffrey with a lazy, sleepy smile.
Theon had become used to his face tingling that he didn’t feel the burning gaze
of another person in the classroom.
As he finally let his head hit the cold, vandalized, wood of the desk, and his
mind start to go a little bit blank, he felt himself being yanked up by the
back collar of his T-Shirt.
Before Theon could say anything in protest, he could feel himself being pulled
out of his desk, out of the room and down the hallway.
As this happened, Joffrey turned around and looked at the teacher who merely
just shook his head and put his headphones back in.
Ramsay pushed Theon into the empty bathroom and,while Theon stumbled to get his
balance, he pushed him once more into a stall. He slammed and locked the door
and looked down at Theon. He was sitting on the floor with his head leaning
against the wall, with his eyes half open.
“Stupid cunt.” Ramsay said with a smile, patting the curls of his sleeping
friends head. Then he moved his hand and gripped Theon’s chin and, once he was
a little coherent, turned him towards the toilet and positioned his head over
the side of it.
Ramsay crouched down in the cramped space beside the toilet and Theon rested
his chin on the seat. Ramsay reached out two of his long, pale, fingers and
pressed them against Theon’s lips. He had opened his eyes slightly and,
although he looked confused, he opened his mouth to let in the fingers. To calm
Theon, Ramsay just let him suck on his fingers for a second before he moved
them down the back of Theon’s tongue and down his throat.
Theon gagged and his eyes opened wider, though they still looked cloudy and
bleary. Instead of pulling them out, Ramsay pushed his fingers deeper until
they hit the back of Theon’s throat. Ramsay tilted his head and rubbed the tip
of his fingers along the ridges of the esophagus.
After Theon gagged twice more and before he could finally heave, Ramsay slid
his fingers out of his throat and immediately pulled back the hair on Theon’s
forehead as he purged the contents of his stomach.
“There you go. Good boy. You’re doing so good.” Ramsay whispered as he kept one
hand pulling his hair back, while he slid his other hand around and slightly
gripped the back of Theon’s neck. After the first heave, Theon threw up twice
more before he finally collapsed against the floor of the gross, school,
bathroom.
Ramsay sat down beside Theon on the floor and when Theon began to fall to the
side, Ramsay pulled Theon’s body into his lap and continued to rub the back of
Theon’s neck.
“Good boy.”
***** Chapter Three *****
Chapter Summary
     Please bare with me! I promise smut in the next chapter, I swear.
     Enjoy this chill foreplay for now ;)
Where did this guy come from? Theon thought as he sat at his desk the next
afternoon. He had been going to this school system ever since he was a kid, he
had walked these halls and, even if he wasn’t friends with everyone, he had at
least seen everyone. So, where the hell did Ramsay come from? Until yesterday,
Theon had watched everybody go by in a blur and now there was this one person
that was in clear vision. So, why hadn’t Theon seen him before?
“Theon. Hood down.” His teacher waved a hand over her head to motion him
putting down his hood. Theon grumbled but, before he could put it down, the
bell rang and Theon jumped up, shoved his shit in his bag, and left the room.
Everyone flooded into the cramped hallways and Theon looked around for Ramsay.
Theon was of average height, so he still had to stand on his toes to look over
the heads of everyone. He sucked in a breath when he thought he saw the dark
hair of Ramsay but, in a instant it was gone.
“Looking for me?”
Theon whipped his head around and looked behind him but only saw the confused
looks of the other students. When he turned back around, assured of his
insanity, he saw Ramsay standing right in front of him, an eyebrow raised and a
smile played at his lips.
Theon let out a yelp of surprise and jumped a little.
The other students passing by, merely walked around the two boys standing in
front of each other, not moving.
“What?” Theon muttered and, per usual, tried to look into his eyes but failed
almost instantly.
“Were you looking for me?” Ramsay said slower and with the slightest hint of
patronization. He stared at Theon with unblinking eyes. Theon had no idea that
Ramsay was checking the size of his pupils, before looking lower at Theon’s
throat to examine his pulse rate. He was sober.
“Nope.” Theon said too fast, unable to hide his lie. Theon had never been good
at lying. All of the years with his father demanding the truth, with a punch to
the gut as the alternative. He pulled his hood down and ran his fingers through
his hair.
“Ah, alright, then. Well, then I should be going.” Ramsay said but he didn't
move. Just stood there and waited patiently for Theon to rectify the lie that
he told. He watched as Ramsay crossed his arms over his chest and Theon thought
about how nice his black button-up shirt made him look.
Wow that’s gay, Theon thought. Then he laughed at himself. It’s hard to say
something is gay when you’ve had a dudes fingers down your throat.
“Well, I guess that I just wanted to say thanks or whatever.” Theon shrugged
and tried to be nonchalant about all of this. There were very few occasions in
which it called for him to actually thank people. If anything, a nod or a shrug
would suffice. However, Theon wasn’t a complete dick. He couldn’t shrug to the
guy that saved you from overdosing in a shitty public bathroom.
“There is a way that you could repay me, actually.” Ramsay with a slight smile.
He had that predatory look in his eyes that he had when they had first met on
the bleachers.
When did I say that I would repay you? Theon thought. Well, I mean it’s not
like he could say no. The guy did save his life.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded at Ramsay, waiting. He looked very silly
compared to him. While Ramsay had his hair looking perfectly unkempt, with a
black button up with the sleeves rolled up, Theon was wearing a ratty, old,
shirt with a Celtic tree on it and his usual grey hoodie with the too long
sleeves. His hair, per usual, was unbrushed and not in a good way but in the “I
don’t give a shit’ way. Not good.
“Come over to my house. Just for the afternoon, of course.” Ramsay took a step
towards Theon and Theon finally realized that they were alone now in the
hallway; everyone had made their way to their classrooms but now it was just
them. For some reason, Theon felt trapped. Caged, almost. He didn’t know why he
felt this way, though.
“Y-yeah, sure, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I have anything better to do.” He
realized how rude that sounded but Ramsay didn’t seem to mind. He just lost
that smile. He seemed displeased for a moment, then went right back to how he
was before.
“Fantastic.” He said, suddenly grinning. Before he turned around in the
hallway, Ramsay reached out a hand and touched Theon’s exposed collarbone
lightly. He was a skinny kid, so it jutted out and Ramsay, only for a moment,
ran his hand over the bone covered with skin. Theon didn’t breath, move, or
even think.
Then Ramsay was gone and Theon was standing in the middle of the hallway,
bewildered.
Where the fuck did this guy come from?
 
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Theon sat in the front seat of Ramsay’s car, smoking a cigarette. Every once in
a while, Ramsay would take the cigarette, inhale and exhale slowly, then pass
it back to Theon. Before he had even left the parking space, Ramsay had turned
to Theon and said:
“Put your seatbelt on. Now.”
So, as they drove through the town, he let the wind whip through his hair.
Ramsay drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting in between the
seats. He had on a thumb ring and would tap it against the wheel every now and
then. There appeared to be an X on it.
They didn’t say anything as they drove. Not even the radio was turned on but it
wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable. Theon almost felt safe. That was a new
feeling.
When they pulled up to a grand looking house, he sucked in a breath. It seemed
to be very modern with shining black marble used on the outside with deep
cherry colored wood as a highlight.
Ramsay pulled his car into the drive way and still said nothing to Theon. They
just walked inside of the grand house. It was cold, and Theon wrapped his arms
around himself.
The first thing that Theon saw was the giant grand staircase that wrapped
around both sides of the room and connected to make the hallway that stretched
to the left and to the right. The stairs were white and the railings were dark
and gleaming. There were windows, of course, but they were covered by heavy
curtains, that touched the floor. Theon followed close behind Ramsay as they
went up the stairs.
This place makes my house look like a dump, Theon thought, self consciously.
“My father comes home late at night so, we are alone for now.” Ramsay said,
turning around to make sure that Theon was still following behind him. He could
see that Theon was nervous and Ramsay smiled a bit. That’s exactly the emotion
that he was going for.
The room that they entered was the first in a long hall of identical doors and
all that was inside was a leather couch and multitudes of bookcases, the
majority of them looked as though they hadn’t been touched in forever. There
was a pristine white carpet and a side table beside the couch. The windows,
like every one he had seen so far, were covered in heavy drapes and the only
light source in the room was lit when Ramsay turned on the lamp on the side
table.
“This is your room?” Theon said while taking a few steps in and looking around.
He really couldn’t picture Ramsay living here and he didn’t seem like the type
to sleep on a couch.
“Of course not. My room is not open for you, as of now.” Ramsay said, kicking
off his shoes beside the couch. He wondered how the carpets could be so clean,
despite there being no apparent “Shoes off” rule.
He stood awkwardly before deciding to take it upon himself to sit down a
cushion away from Ramsay. What the hell were they going to do? Read?
Theon let out a shaky breath and a laugh when he saw Ramsay open the drawer of
the side table and pull out three pre-rolled joints. This was something that
Theon was comfortable with doing. Nothing to take off the stress of a situation
like this. He held out his hand to take one of the joints but Ramsay ignored
the hand, pulled out a lighter, and lit his own cigarette.
Theon definitely didn’t notice the way the lighter illuminated Ramsay’s face
and made the shadows around him seem darker.
He definitely didn’t notice that because that would be gay and he wasn’t gay.
Definitely not.
After a long inhale, Ramsay held out the joint to Theon who accepted it,
gladly. He felt sort of inferior because he wasn’t given his own, but instead
had to wait for Ramsay to be done. He shrugged off that feeling and merely took
a hit and felt a warming sensation crawl across his body. Then, a slow, sinking
feeling.
“Tell me about your family.” Ramsay said after a few minutes of them sitting in
a little cloud of smoke, sharing the same air. The question surprised Theon and
he had to widen his eyes to regain focus of the world and his brain.
“Well, there’s my sister, Asha. She’s really cool, two years older than me but
she doesn’t go to college or anything. She works her ass off, though. Takes
care of me, I guess.” Theon was embarrassed saying that last part but there
were no false pretenses here, Theon felt. Well, at least not for him.
Ramsay merely nodded, readjusted himself on the couch, and took a hit.
“Mom and dad?” He said with a sideways glance at him.
“Left around five years ago, when my dads business started to go under. Gold
digger, I guess.” He said with a bitter laugh before continuing.
“My dad, he’s a…yeah, he’s a fucker, for sure. He gave me this one here.” Theon
pointed to the bruise on his face that was beginning to fade. he was actually
surprised that Ramsay hadn’t mentioned it or asked him if he was okay. Maybe he
just didn’t care.
Everything went silent. It seemed like Ramsay had stopped breathing, despite
him being in the same position as before. He joint remained burning between his
fingers where he had rested his arm on the arm of the couch, hovering over the
ashtray on the table.
“How often?” Ramsay said, looking Theon dead in the eyes. He looked like when
you see an animal at the zoo and they don’t move and neither do you because you
are keeping that eye contact with them. It didn’t look like he was even looking
at Theon, but into his brain. Right through his skin, his skull, and into the
layers of his cerebrum. Waiting to see if Theon would lie.
“Every few weeks since mom left. Five years, now.” Wow, saying that number out
loud surprised him.
Ramsay said nothing in return, just nodded and handed Theon the joint. After
Theon took a reasonably sized hit and went to give it back, Ramsay just sat
there looking at him pointedly. Not sure what to do, he just took another large
hit and almost coughed, which would have been surprising. Ramsay didn’t take
the joint back until it was almost gone and the ashes were about to drop.
This was some intense ass shit, Theon thought to himself. This was their second
shared joint and already he felt thoroughly high and on that cloud. He relaxed
against the couch but couldn’t seem to get comfortable because he wanted to
press his face into the cool fabric but it hurt the bruise on his face.
“I can help with that.“
Theon looked lazily at Ramsay, confused.
“With getting comfortable, I mean. I can take your mind off the pain.” Ramsay
had raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot against the ground in front of him.
What the fuck am I doing? Theon thought as he realized what Ramsay was
implying. That was one of his final thoughts before he stopped thinking all
together.After pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down, Theon got up off the
couch, and sunk to his knees in front of Ramsay.
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Theon went about it slowly, at first. He lazily traced his tongue along the
underside of Ramsay’s dick and he kept his eyes half closed, not looking at
Ramsay. Even if he did try to look at him, he wouldn’t have been able to stand
the heated stare Ramsay was giving him. Ramsay was looking at the way Theon’s
hair curled at the nape of his neck, the way that his pale fingers clung to the
couch beside them, as he tried to fit all of Ramsay inside of his mouth.
Theon noticed that the tighter Ramsay’s hands pulled his hair, and the harder
Theon himself got, the more his mind went a little bit blank. It almost went
entirely blank when Theon had tried to unzip his jeans to wrap a hand around
himself but Ramsay suddenly yanked Theon down further onto his dick, causing
Theon to gag and his eyes to water. For some reason, Theon was still hard and
his mind was completely empty.
It was the lack of control. It was him knowing that he couldn’t stand up and
leave because Ramsay’s hands were threaded through his hair. It was knowing
that he couldn’t say anything about this because he was too busy sucking
Ramsay’s cock. It was also knowing that Theon couldn’t touch himself unless
Ramsay allowed it. Theon didn’t have to think about anything because Ramsay was
doing all of the thinking for him.
Theon made a slight whimpering noise when Ramsay started to thrust down Theon’s
throat. He grabbed onto Ramsay’s thighs and closed his eyes.
“Look at me.” It wasn’t a statement or a plea, it was a command.
Theon opened his eyes and looked up to see the eyes of a hunter. They were the
eyes of a hunter who had just caught his prey and was circling the trap,
contemplating all the ways the hunter could kill and devour the prey. That’s
what Theon saw in those icy blue eyes.
Theon came in his pants like a twelve year old.
Ramsay came to the sight of Theon looking up at him with a mixture of arousal
and fear, and the sight of him shaking and shuddering as he watched Theon cum
without being touched like he was a child. One who didn’t know any better. He
smiled while he watched as Theon did his best to swallow all that he could.
That sat in silence for a few moments before Ramsay reached out to Theon, who
had been looking down at his pants with the stain on them. When he looked up at
him, Ramsay used his thumb to wipe off some of what Theon didn’t swallow off of
his cheek. He then placed his thumb and wiped it on Theon’s neck. It was cold
and Theon shivered. His mind wasn’t blank now, but it was quiet. Which was a
relief.
Ramsay leaned over to the side table, grabbed a To-Go pack of tissues that was
in the drawer and wiped himself clean before tucking himself back into his
pants. Theon sat there sitting in his own mess. Ramsay put away the tissues.
“Spend the night.” Ramsay said and leaned back to look at Theon, who still
hadn’t gotten up and was sitting on his knees in front of him.
“Alright.” Was all that Theon said.
“You can sleep in here. Rule wise, my dad won’t be home until very late at
night so you don’t need to worry about him but, if you value your life, like,
at all, you shouldn’t go snooping outside of this room, yeah?”
Theon nodded and finally stood up, still riding the aftermath of his silent
mind.
“I need to go out for a few hours but, if you get bored, read a book.” Ramsay
gestured to the bookshelves with his hand as he walked out of the room.
 
What the fuck just happened? Wait, wait, wait, what the fuck just happened?
Theon thought to himself as soon as the door closed. The sound of the thud had
snapped him out of his autopilot state of mind and now he was just plain
confused. This afternoon he had gotten high, sucked dick, and was now basically
locked in a tiny library.
 
Theon sat down on the couch and held his head in his hands. The taste of Ramsay
was still on his tongue and the room still smelled like weed. Feeling
overheated, Theon almost ripped off his hoodie and got back up to begin pacing
around the room. He felt like he needed to put his mind in order but he didn’t
really see the point. Why waste time making his life make sense when it is just
going to change again in the next hour, day, or week?
He took a deep breath to calm himself and meandered over to the bookcases to
look at some of the books.
The Ego and the ID by Sigmund Freud
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
And
The Complete Works of Pablo Picasso
Theon pulled out the book on Picasso and flipped through the pages a little
bit. He didn’t flip through the book as fast when he came across the works from
his blue period. He sighed and felt his mood worsen while looking at the
pictures. They depressed him and made him feel cold again. By the amount of
dust, he was willing to bet that nobody in the house had laid a finger on these
in years.
Theon wasn’t much of a reader, either. As a kid, he liked wrestling with Asha,
climbing trees, and basically just being a pretty active kid. At that time,
though, their business was booming and Theon had massive amounts of land to
explore, a family that was so busy they didn’t care if he tracked mud in the
house, and plentiful amounts of maids and nannies. Of course, like every other
kid, he got into video games in the beginning of middle school and his outdoor
time slowly declined.
Long story short, Theon didn’t really have much to do in a room with a couch,
table, and a shit load of books.
Remembering Asha, Theon pulled out his phone and sent a quick text saying that
he was spending the night at Ramsay’s. He had never mentioned him to her but
she probably wouldn’t care.
When he saw that the room was getting progressively darker, he went over to the
curtains and pulled them aside, he saw bars on the windows. Rusted and a deep
brown, they seemed to have been put up years ago.
For an instant, Theon felt fear rising up inside of him. Seeing the bars, he
had the sudden distinct feeling of being trapped. Every sensor in his mind was
saying “You need to leave, now.” He closed the curtains, and quickly walked to
the door but, before he could touch the door handle, he stopped. Remembering
what Ramsay has said about ‘snooping’. He stood there with his hand held
partially out and staring at the door, while he weighed his options.
Theon walked over sat back down on the couch and eventually lied down on his
side, with his face pressed against the back cushions and his feet tucked up
under him. He had ditched his shoes a while back.
What Theon didn’t know is that, even if he had tried to open the door, it was
locked anyways.
 
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Theon woke up freezing. It felt like the room had dropped twenty degrees over
the night. Due to him falling asleep so early, he could sense that it was early
morning. Though, it was Spring so there was no reason for it to feel like
December. He was shivering when he sat up and he wrapped his pale arms around
himself and looked around, sleepily. He felt uncomfortable from sleeping in his
own mess all night.
“You’re needed downstairs.”
Theon yelped and jerked when he heard the noise. He hadn’t noticed that Ramsay
had been standing beside the windows, watching the yard with one hard holding
back the curtains. He was dressed in a white wife beater and his usual black
pants. Theon wondered if he owned any other pair of pants? Not saying that they
didn’t work for him.
“I’m needed downstairs? W-why?” Theon said, standing up and taking a step
towards Ramsay. When he looked at him he heard the words ‘Look at me’ ringing
in his mind. Theon felt his heart rate increase and took a deep breath.
Ramsay glanced at him and seemed to be smiling.
“You’ll see.”
So, when Ramsay made his way to the door, Theon followed, after picking up his
shoes from the ground. He followed him closely down the hallway and, when they
came to the wrap around staircase and balcony, he could see the police officers
and Asha standing by the doorway. Theon wondered what his sister could possibly
be doing here?
From the top of the stairs, Theon could also see a tall man, with broad
shoulders, standing and watching it all. He stood beside the police officers
and watched Ramsay and Theon walk down the staircase. The man wore a suit as
black as coal, with a dark pink tie. It didn’t make him look less threatening,
in any way, though. Horrifyingly, Theon accidentally made eye contact with him
and, instead of the icy blue eyes that Ramsay had, the man’s eyes were almost
white. As if they were moons. His pupils were still black, of course, but the
rims were as cloudy as milk. Theon felt sick to his stomach and instead looked
towards Asha.
Theon ran ahead of Ramsay and approached his sister and the police.
“What’s going on? Asha, what’re you doing here?” Theon asked and looked back
and forth between the police and his sister.
He watched as Asha stood up straighter and didn’t look at her brother but
instead looked a little bit to the left. Refusing eye contact, entirely.
“Dad’s been murdered. Whoever did it broke his spine in five spots, then
snapped his neck.” He could see that she was trying not to cry by the way she
was gnawing at the inside of her cheeks and she flared her nostrils. She said
the details of his death to try and detach herself from it. Theon had seen her
do it time and time again.
Theon took a few steps back, not sure what to do or how to feel. When he went
to take another step backwards he bumped into Ramsay, who had been standing
behind him. The world went sort of grey around the edges and Theon felt a
swirling of emotion in his brain spanning from pain, to joy, to panic then, to
sad.
He broke down into tears.
Theon’s brain had been messed with so much in the past twenty four hours that
he didn’t realize that all of his emotional walls had been knocked down. He
didn’t have any way of stopping the emotions and tears, and it hurt his chest
and his throat to keep them contained, so he let them out.
Theon turned around and wrapped his arms around Ramsay’s middle and cried into
the nape of his neck. Ramsay merely wrapped one arm around him and used his
other hand to stroke his hair and then grip the back of his neck. The hold was
comforting and Theon felt so small and sheltered despite him being only about
two inches shorter than Ramsay. He clung to the fabric of the wife beater and
squeezed his eyes shut.
Asha turned away and went to go to talk to the police, who had been talking
with the man that Theon had seen earlier. The two officers were leaning against
the wall, and did their best to not look at the boy clutching desperately to a
young man.
Theon’s crying lessened and his breath deepened when he heard whispering in his
ear.
“Good boy, you’re doing so good. Let it all out.”
Ramsay didn’t sound sad or sympathetic. He didn’t even sound condescending. He
just sounded thoroughly amused.
***** Chapter Five *****
Chapter Summary
     Here's a Ramsay chapter for you guys. (: Enjoy, my little demons.
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“Theon, I’m leaving to go meet with the lawyers. I’ll be back around noon.”
Asha ran her fingers through his hair and stepped over the clothes scattered
around his room and left. A few moments later, he heard the bang of the front
door closing. Fluttering his eyes open, Theon cringed when he felt the harsh
sunlight, making his vision go spotted for a few seconds. He appreciated the
colors that danced around, before they faded away and Theon was left to stare
at his messy room.
There was a lot of stuff that Asha had to deal with now that she was his legal
guardian. Not only that but she was also hiring detectives and lawyers to deal
with the finding and prosecution of the man who killed their father. Perhaps,
if Balon’s death had been under other circumstances, his sister might now have
control of Greyjoy: Import & Export Facilitation Co. but he never wrote a will,
so the company was now in the power of the board of directors. The Greyjoy’s no
longer controlled a company with their own name.
That’s depressing, Theon thought to himself.
He had no part in any of it. He didn’t give a shit who killed his asshole of a
father. He was never going to be a part of the company in the first place, and
Asha was basically his guardian all along. Nothing has changed except for the
fact that he would probably need to get a job. There was no longer a father’s
dirty laundry to steal money out of.
Theon grabbed the beer bottle that was sitting on the floor beside his
mattress, took a swig, and rolled over to go back to sleep.
 
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“Who is he?”
“He’s nobody.”
“No he’s not. You killed his father, he must be somebody.”
Ramsay turned around and glared at his father. He spun around in his computer
chair and crossed his arms over his bare chest. It was morning and Ramsay had
been searching around online for long range taser guns. He was having little to
no luck- all of the ones he had found had pathetically little amounts of
voltage. It was total bullshit.
“He’s somebody right now, but he won’t be for much longer.” Ramsay said and
looked away from his fathers face.
Roose Bolton took a deep breath and stepped farther into his only son’s room.
He reached out and ran his forefinger over the top of his dresser and rubbed
away the dust that remained with his thumb. Usually, the maids would come in
here and attempt to clean, but every since Ramsay put a dead cat under the
bedsheets for them to discover, every time Roose tried to mention them going in
there, they just muttered frantically in Spanish. He didn’t have the time to
deal with the nervous help.
“Do you plan on killing his whole family, and keeping him in the garage like a
stray dog?” Roose asked, amused, and looked at his son. He could see that
Ramsay was picturing what he would like to happen to the boy. He could tell by
the way that Ramsay grimaced and furrowed his eyebrows. Making him look almost
angry.
“Do I plan on mass murder? No. Do I plan on making him mine? Yes.” Ramsay said
and finally turned back around to look at his computer, as if he were trying to
dismiss his father. As if he were trying to have any say as to when the
conversation ended.
“I can let one kill go, I am not cruel. However, if I have to leave work one
more time to come home to deal with police officers, I will be very angry.”
Roose said in his still measured tone. He didn’t sound angry in the slightest
but there was an edge of darkness to his tone. He turned back to the dresser
and adjusted his tie in the mirror that sat on top of it. The tie was silver
with little flecks of red on it, resembling blood. However, if asked, Roose
would say that they were supposed to resemble paint splatters.
Ramsay sat looking at his computer, even though the screen had gone to sleep
and was black. Roose could feel his son’s eyes watching him in the reflection
of the dark screen.
“Next time, make sure the body is disposed of. Properly. I didn’t raise you to
be a fool.” Roose said and was about to turn out when Ramsay stood up from his
chair, spun around, and stood in front of his father.
“They needed to find him. So that he would know what happened to his father. He
needed to know that his father died brutally and in an alleyway, like a piece
of fucking garbage.” Ramsay said while beginning to pace around the room.
He felt his mind unravelling at the seams, like it sometimes does, but it
wasn’t because of his father lecturing him, or because that he killed a man
less than twenty four hours ago, but knowing that Theon Greyjoy wasn’t here.
Knowing that he was probably sitting at his home thinking about things and
Ramsay had no fucking clue as to what those things were. What made Ramsay want
to set fire to this entire house is imagining Theon Greyjoy taking a step or
taking a breath, without Ramsay knowing it.
When did I get so obsessed? Ramsay thought to himself as he sat down at the
edge of the bed with Roose still staring at him silently.
Oh, he remembers now.
He knew that he wanted Theon all to his self when he saw him sitting in that
chair in detention, with his t-shirt a size too big and his pupils blown to the
size of planets. He knew that he would do all that he could to get Theon when
he saw him accept the liquor from that blonde-headed kid looking as though he
knew what it would do to himself. Ramsay knew that he would have Theon when he
saw that peaceful expression on his face when he was on the verge of passing
out on his desk. The way his features were relaxed, his hands were curled
around his own waist, and the way his curly hair fell over his eyes.
Ramsay didn’t know what he wanted to do more. Fuck him, treasure him, or kill
him.
“Be more careful. If you get caught, I’ll pay them to keep you in prison
longer.” Was all that Roose Bolton said before he left the room and made his
way to work.
“Yeah, alright.” Ramsay whispered and leaned back onto his bed.
He didn’t go to school today because there wasn’t much reason for him to. The
only reason he ever really went to school was when Roose came home early,
noticed that he was still home, and stayed in the morning to make sure he went
the next day. He couldn’t have anyone living in his house to be a
disappointment in any sense, including school.
After a second of calming himself and just staring at the ceiling, Ramsay sat
up quickly because he had a fantastic idea.
He left the room and, when he came back, he clutched an empty tupperware box in
his hands and a thick, black, Sharpie. This was a fucking brilliant idea, and
Ramsay grinned to himself as he walked to his bed and crouched down beside it.
With his face pressed against the smooth wood (he refused to have tacky carpet
in his room), he reached under his bed and clawed around until his fingers
wrapped around the lip of a box. Smiling, he pulled out the cardboard bin and
stood up to set it on the bed, right beside the empty tupperware container.
The cardboard box was filled to the brim with knives, weapons, sex toys, vials
of blood, tiny jars of poisons, handguns, tongs, needles, ropes, handcuffs,
whips, flaying tools, files, wrenches, hammers, scalpels, pliers, lighters,
fishing wire, and jumper cables.
It was a big box.
Carefully, Ramsay examined all of the items and, ones that he deemed
acceptable, he put them into the plastic bin. Slowly the clear box was filled
with some of the tamer objects such as the lighters, ropes, a variety of sex
toys, the smaller and more precise flaying tools, and one knife. After the box
was rather filled up, he picked it up and took out the Sharpie. He uncapped it
and held the cap in his mouth as he wrote on the box.
THEON'S REACTION KIT
Ramsay smiled and slid both of the boxes back under the bed and felt almost
giddy. He knew that one day he would be able to use those tools on Theon and
that, as Theon was just himself, he would be able to use the more intense shit
in the big box. Best case scenario, Ramsay would be able to make Theon regress
into something… something that wasn’t Theon at all. Something that was barely
human. He was gifted with the perfect clay sculpture but he wanted to break the
current mold and remake it as his own.
Either way, Ramsay’s new infatuation was something that he had never
experienced before and was excited to try. He was excited to see what his own
limitations were and he was very curious to see how close he could get to
killing Theon without actually doing it. He didn’t want him to be killed,
because if he was dead then he wouldn’t be able to look at him. Ramsay didn’t
want Theon to die because, if he died, what would he do? Go to school? Find
someone else? No, Ramsay knew the moment that he saw Theon Greyjoy that there
was nobody like him in the entire world. Nobody wanted to let go more than he
did and Ramsay knew that.
He looked down when he felt himself harden in his pants. He needed to take a
shower still, so he figured that he could hit turn birds with one stone and
just jerk off in the shower, like any other guy.
Ramsay stepped into the bathroom that was adjoined to his own room and didn’t
bother with looking at himself in the mirror. He knew that he looked great and
he wasn’t going to waste time staring at a reflection when he had hot water and
a boner to take care of. Usually, Ramsay would do his work out before taking a
shower, but he didn’t think that it was al that necessary today. He was lean
and he thought that too many muscles were gross and that being strong served
its purpose. He liked having people underestimate his strength.
His father told him once that people are so busy looking at who is below them
that they never look up long enough to see who has the upper hand. Ramsay took
this as “Surprise Attacks Work.”
Ramsay turned on the water, took off his clothes, and stepped into the spotless
shower, with a clear glass door separating him from the rest of the world. The
steam made him sweat and, after a time, he couldn’t see outside of the glass
because it was all so foggy and steamy, just the way that he liked it. Ramsay
always took showers that were slightly too hot or slightly too cold. For
anybody else, it was the temperature that usually made people arch their back
and hiss but Ramsay just stood underneath it, calmly.
He let his mind wander and, while he did, his hand travelled so that he was
gripping himself under the spray. He thought first about Theon passed out in an
alleyway, half naked with little cuts and marks all over him, with his back
covered in bruises and his fingernails crusted over with blood from him trying
to fight, with his thighs and ass sticky from just being fucked like he was
nothing at all. Then his mind wandered again to Theon, instead, spread out
across Ramsay’s bed with his skin pale and his grey, eyes wide; with his
knuckles and spine slightly protruding and not a single mark on his body. A
blank canvas ready to be used in any way that Ramsay pleased.
He pushed into his fist at a faster pace and felt pre-cum sliding down his
dick.
Ramsay remembered the way that the back of Theon’s throat had felt when they
had curled up on the bathroom that perfect day. He recalled the way that he
turned down the thermostat when he got home the night Theon had spent the
night, and they way that he purposely didn’t give him a blanket just so he
could see Theon shivering in the dim moonlight. His teeth chattering and his
toes curled.
Ramsay breathed out roughly and felt his climax approaching.
The final image that he saw in his mind was of Theon hung from chains on the
ceiling with his eyes gouged out, his throat slit, and his finger and toenails
removed. He looked like a doll about to get buttons sewed in it’s eyes. Then,
only for an milisecond, Ramsay saw Theon sitting on the wet bleachers that day
with smoke cascading out of his mouth.
Ramsay came with a “Fuck” and and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back
against the burning hot water.
***** Chapter Six *****
Chapter Summary
     I tried to make this chapter as accurate as possible, drug-wise.
     *shrugs*
     Enjoy!~
“You sure you can handle this?”
“What? Are you worried about me or something?”
“Not a fucking chance but, if you die, that ruins my sales. So, how about don’t
fucking die.”
Theon Greyjoy stood beside Sandor Clegane and flicked his cigarette onto the
rubbery mulch of the playground floor. He could see the brown paper shoved
inside the pocket of his leather jacket and Theon wanted to just reach out,
take it, and run. Usually, he only met with The Dog to get some weed but Theon
knew that he always dealt with more of the intense shit. Rumor had it, that was
how the big guy got his scar. Joffrey said that Sandor’s brother had invited
Sandor over to his trailer, where he had been trying to make methamphetamine
and the whole place lit the fuck up with both of them still inside.
Tragic.
“So, you want a single?” Sandor said and rubbed his finger over his thick,
silver, thumb ring. The sky was dim, and getting darker, and if they stood
around for longer they might have a run in with the police. I mean, they are
two grown men standing beside a swing set and a jungle gym.
It was warmer out, so Theon wore a thin white shirt and baggy, black, cargo
shorts. His eyes were rimmed with shadows and the waterline was irritated and
red. He hadn’t been sleeping and, when he did, he cried. It wasn’t because of
his father but because he wasn’t too sure why. His mind wasn’t going blank as
it used to and he felt so present. He hated it because, when he was like this,
he had to experience everything and he was forced to feel every god damn
thought and emotion that he felt.
He needed that silence. If he took Xanax, he was getting so little sleep that
he didn’t go blank he just immediately fell asleep, last time he dropped to a
deep sleep on the floor of his kitchen. He woke up in a puddle of drool, with
his legs asleep.
If he smoked weed, he just felt stupid and slow.
He needed more, and can you blame him?
“Yeah, I want a single. I just, I don’t know, want to see what it’s like, I
guess.” Theon shrugged his shoulders and tried to look nonchalant.
“Well, it’s pretty good, so it’ll be twenty five bucks. This is a one time use,
so don’t go batshit for more.” Sandor said and pulled the paper bag out of his
pocket, unrolled it, and pulled out a clear bag that held a solidified, brown,
object and a capped, clear, syringe. Theon looked at it, confused, as he handed
him a twenty and a five.
“What the shit? What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” Theon said as he
put them both into a lower pocket of his shorts.
Sandor sighed and grabbed Theon’s shoulder and walked with him over to his car.
“You poor, naive, little druggie. Melt it, inject it. It’s heroin, not a
puzzle.” Sandor said before slamming the car door of his black BMW in Theon’s
face and driving away.
Theon felt the bag weighing against his leg and he began his walk home. He
hadn’t gone to school in three days and he didn’t really know when he was
planning on going back.
As he walked, his mind wandered to Ramsay. He thought about how it felt to have
the weight of his cock in his mouth and how his mind was so pleasantly numb, at
the time. He also thought about how Ramsay had gripped his neck, while Theon
had cried against his chest that day. The hold on his neck had reminded him
that nobody could move him. Nobody could take him away from the hold and that
was so comforting, it was almost ridiculous.
Theon felt like his body was always being forced somewhere. Forced to school,
forced to sit down, forced to stand up. But that grip that he remembered him
having on the nape of his neck made him feel like Ramsay would fucking kill
someone before they made Theon go anywhere.
Not even Asha had made him feel that protected, which was saying something.
When he got home, the lights were off and nobody was home. His sister was
probably staying late at her job as a bartender. She hates it because guy’s
always hit on her too much but she doesn’t really have much of a choice.
Theon doesn’t turn the lights on and just makes his way to the kitchen. The
place was not as much of a mess as it was before Balon died. Nobody was home to
mess it up and Theon just spent all of his days either in his bed or in the
bathroom.
He opens a drawer in their small kitchen and takes on a small metal spoon and
slams it shut with his hip. Theon turned around and jogged up the stairs and
goes into the bathroom at end of the hallway, passing his and Asha’s rooms.
Theon squinted his eyes when he turned on the harsh linoleum lights. One of his
dad’s old belts was still hanging on the doorknob and Theon grabbed it before
slamming the door shut and sitting down on the closed toilet seat.
He didn’t look at his reflection anymore. He knew that he looked horrible and
he didn’t see the point in staring at himself just to make him feel worse.
Waste of fucking time.
Theon dug through the pockets of his shorts nervously and pulled out the small
baggy, the capped syringe, a random set of headphones, his phone, a piece of
wadded up paper, an almost empty pack of cigarettes, and, finally, a lighter.
It was white and from a gas station. Cheap as hell.
He took out the baggy and broke it open and dug through the little pieces of
plastic to find a hard piece of black substance.
Black tar heroin.
At least, that’s what Joffrey said it was when he had told him to go to Sandor.
He shrugged and placed the black substance on the metal spoon. He was nervous
and his hands shook. He had been picking at his nails every once in a while and
the skin around his nail beds were all torn up and red.
The flame from the lighter heated up the bottom of the spoon and, slowly, the
substance started to melt. It was black and shining and looked like liquid
coal. Theon stared at it as more and more of it melted. The metal from the
spoon was starting to heat and it irritated his hand but he powered through it
because it really didn’t hurt all that much.
While holding the spoon with one hand, Theon grabbed the syringe with the other
and uncapped it. The needle was thin and reflected the lights of the bathroom
at certain angles. He narrowed his eyes in concentration as he used the plunger
to suck the liquid into the chamber. He saw his reflection in the remaining
liquid and stared at it.
He didn’t want to be here. In this house, all by himself. He needed someone or
something, he really wasn’t too sure what exactly it was.
Theon sniffled and tried to not cry. He was going to get some relief if this
worked how Joffrey said that it would. He told him that he used it all the time
and that he’d feel sleepy but not fall asleep. Exactly what Theon wanted.
He tossed the heated, used, and empty spoon into the empty sink and grabbed the
belt that he had laid across the side of the bathtub. He had never done this
before but if he just did like Joffrey told him to do then it would all be
fine. His friend was a fuck-ass, admittedly, but he would never do anything to
seriously hurt Theon. He wasn’t evil.
He gripped one end of the brown leather with his teeth and slid the looped belt
up his arm and stooped it just above the crick of his elbow. He tightened it so
much that the skin around it turned a slight pink and then white. Theon sucked
in a breath and thought about how this would go. Then he realized that he
needed to stop thinking about that and he needed to stop thinking about
everything.
He picked up the needle, and pressed the tip to the inside of his elbow. He
felt the needle break through the skin, and slide into his vein. It hurt but it
wasn’t all that bad because he actually really liked the pain, if he was being
honest. It was warm and it tingled and, after adjusting, he pressed down on the
plastic plunger and injected the liquid.
Theon hung his head and his auburn curls fell across his eyes. He sat in the
bathroom with the harsh fluorescent lighting, with his arm tilted up and
resting on his thigh. The needle was thrown into the sink with the spoon, and
Theon sat there and he waited. He tapped his bare feet against the cool tiles
and looked down at the floor.
Then his stomach flipped.
Theon got off the toilet seat, spun around, opened it, and immediately threw
up. He purged his stomach and, when he was done, he was sweating, crying, and
heaving.
This was his second time throwing up in the past two weeks. Impressive.
He sat back on his hind legs and rummaged through his pocket for his phone. He
scrolled through the numbers listed before choosing Joffrey’s name and hitting
the phone symbol.
“Joffrey, man, I did some heroin and I fucking just threw up everywhere.” He
said while wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. He didn’t realize that
the belt was still tied around his arm and a small stream of blood was trailing
down his arm.
“Oh shit. You actually did that? Bro, I was just fucking with you. You
should’ve just gotten high.” He could hear the smile in Joffrey’s voice and he
felt another wave of nausea coming over him and he hung up the phone. Theon was
probably throwing up because he was a first time user and had, most likely,
used too much. He thought about what a worthless best friend Jof-
His mind went blank as hell as he started dry heaving, while clutching the bowl
desperately. He wasn’t thinking anymore because all of a sudden it felt like
his brain had short-circuited and the wires that led to his thoughts were
fried, with the metal exposed and the wires peeled back.
When Theon was able to catch his breath, he looked at his phone again and
called the only number that he thought would be worthwhile to call.
 
“Ramsay, can you come to my house? 108 Pyke Drive, I’m really sick. Please, I
need you.”
 
He would’ve cringed at the neediness he was showing in the voice message but he
was’t conscious enough to even think about it. Theon passed out on the tile,
with tears streaming down his face from the pain, and his arm tied with a belt
and a stream of dried blood crusted against the pale skin. Theon’s brown hair
was in tangles now and his good arm wrapped around his sweaty, white shirt.
Twenty minutes later he felt his body being moved and felt a pressure against
his arm. He whimpered and tried to curl further into himself. He squeezed his
eyes tighter and he heard a breathless laugh, then it faded and his head was
pounding. He didn’t open his eyes but he felt a movement again and then he felt
a cold feeling surround his body and a warmth on his back.
Theon turned his head to the side and breathed in what he could. His stomach
felt weak and his head felt like someone was gripping it, but the smell that
greeted him when he turned his head was comforting and he felt incredibly safe.
he felt a pressure on the back of his neck and he fell back asleep.
 
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
 
Asha came home and sighed. She noticed her brothers shoes in the kitchen and
set her bag on the table. She pulled down her shoulder length hair from the
messy bun that it was in, and took a deep breath. Her shoulders and feet ached,
but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle. All Asha wanted right now was
to collapse on her bed but she figured she should probably check on her little
brother. He had been so secluded recently she was thinking about maybe getting
him a therapist. He was… sensitive and she knew that Theon usually sat on the
fence of being able to handle things and not being able to handle things.
“Theon? Where’re you at?” She said as she ventured up the stairs. Asha raised
an eyebrow when she saw the half-open bathroom door. Walking tentatively down
the hallway, she made her way to the light.
“Theon? You in there? Don’t want to see you naked, no offense.” Asha said and
knocked lightly on the wall beside the door. When she didn’t hear an answer she
figured that he was probably behind the navy blue shower curtain and wouldn’t
be seen.
However, the moment that she stepped into the bathroom and saw the needle in
the sink and the blood drying on the floor, she ripped open the curtain of the
shower, privacy be damned. Her brothers safety was her first priority, always.
“Who the fuck are you?”
What Asha saw shocked her.
She saw a guy she didn't know sitting on the bottom of the shower, with his
back against the wall and his head tilted back. The spray ran over his deep,
black, hair and his face looked peaceful. While his pants were on, his shirt
was off and she saw a broad chest and muscled arms. Inside those arms was her
brother, curled up, with only his pants on, sleeping. The strangers arms
wrapped around Theon and his legs were on either side of him, looking like a
cage.
Theon sat curled in the area between his legs with his head and soaking hair,
resting on the random persons chest. Her brother looked so fragile and Asha
felt a pang of sympathy and pity, while looking at her poor sibling.
They both had their eyes closed and they both looked extremely relaxed despite
the water, the blood on the floor, the syringe in the sink, and the fact that
two high schoolers sat cuddling under the water in a running shower.
However, at the “Who the fuck are you?” The strangers eyes snapped open and he
looked darkly at Asha. He felt his arms tighten around Theon and Theon just
curled up tighter and didn’t open his eyes.
“Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?” He said and looked Asha up and down
as if this were his house, and not hers.
***** Chapter Seven *****
Chapter Summary
     Boltons are liars 2k16.
Asha Greyjoy stood, staring Ramsay Bolton right in the eyes. They were around
the same height and both were standing there ground. Both had been raised to
never back down and to never bow to others. Both had been threatened by their
fathers with punishments ranging from rape to murder.
“Look what you’ve done to him. You can’t protect him.” Ramsay said without
blinking. His eyes piercing hers and giving off all of the warnings that
usually make people look away, but Asha stared right back with her murky, grey,
eyes.
“And you can? You’ve only known him for, what? Two weeks?” Asha said and
crossed her arms over her chest. At the moment, her brother had been placed on
his bed and his wounds had been covered with a band-aid, by her. While she had
taken care of Theon, Ramsay had followed her telling her that he needed to stay
the way he was. That she was ruining it by cleaning him up and changing his
clothes.
“I know him more than you ever could. I’ve seen him at his most vulnerable.”
Ramsay as he stood two inches away from Asha Greyjoy in her kitchen, waiting
for Theon to awaken.
“I think it’s time that you go.” Asha said and took another step towards him
but, before she could lay a hand on him, he had his hand around her throat. Her
eyes went wide and her breath was cut off, leaving her making strangled noises.
“Listen here, you cunt. Either Theon comes to live with me, or I will do so
much shit to him that, when I call the police and report an anonymous case of
domestic abuse, they won’t even question you, before you’re being lead away in
cuffs and Theon is shoved head first into the foster system. Do you want that
to happen?”
Asha shook her head rapidly and tried to use her hands to punch Ramsay but he
grabbed her wrists with his other hand and held them together, easily. He was a
lot stronger than he appeared and she felt foolish for underestimating him but
mostly she thought about what a psychotic freak this fucker was.
“I didn’t think so. Now, if you let Theon come live with me, I give you my word
as a Bolton that no harm will ever come to your brother. I won’t hurt Theon in
any way possible. Deal?”
Asha wanted to shake her head but his grip was so strong that she felt her face
going red and slowly becoming blue. She felt her brain being devoid of oxygen
and couldn’t think clearly. The longer he waited for an answer, the more the
edges of her vision were going black and her tongue was going rough and dry.
Finally, she nodded and Ramsay immediately let her go. Asha collapsed to the
floor and clutched her throat gently with her hands, while gasping and
wheezing. While she recovered, Ramsay has wandered to the fridge and was
looking through it, only half-interested. Asha clawed her hair out of her face,
and wiped the spit away from her mouth.
She thought about why Ramsay Bolton would want her brother. Was he involved in
some crime shit that she wasn’t aware of? No, that sort of life wouldn’t be
best for Theon. He’s never really been one for thinking on his feet and making
fast decisions. Making decisions in general, actually.
However, Ramsay had given his word on his family that he wouldn’t hurt Theon
and, given the threats, it seemed like Asha really didn’t have much of a
choice. Either way, he was going to be taken from her and she would rather it
be done without him harmed.
What is she saying? No. No! She wasn’t the type of person to just nod meekly
and stay out of a mans way. Fuck that. She wasn’t going to let this psychotic
fuck take her brother. She had been with Theon through everything that he has
experienced in life. A failing family business, a mother abandoning them, an
abusive father and a dead father. No, she hadn’t gotten them this far just for
him to be taken away.
“Fuck you.” Asha said and stared at Ramsay. His hair was still damp from the
shower but he had put on the hoodie that he had come in. He hadn’t been wearing
a shirt so he just zipped up the jacket, basically making it a shirt.
“Say that again?” He said as he took out a jug of juice and took a sip out of
the top, while looking at her from the corners of his eyes.
“Fuck. You. I want you to leave right now. You’ll never touch my brother and,
if you do, I’ll call the police and, if that doesn’t scare you, know that I am
a bartender at a bar in a not-so-nice neighborhood. I have some friends.
Dangerous ones.” Asha knew how to be threatening. People used to slap her ass
when she brought them drinks but nobody dared to do that now. They knew it
would warrant a punch to the jaw.
She saw it all flash in Ramsay’s eyes. His cold eyes reflected surprise, anger,
recovery, enlightenment, and humor. With a glance towards the stairs, and then
back to the woman, Ramsay merely nodded and put the juice back in the fridge.
He closed it politely and Asha watched in the doorway as Ramsay made his way
through the living room and opened their front door.
Just before he closed the door, he turned around and looked her dead in the
fucking eye.
“Boltons are liars.”
With that, he closed the door and Asha was left standing there. She wondered
for a meant about what that meant and why he would say that.
Asha shrugged and figured Ramsay had just wanted something ominous to say
before leaving. She didn’t remember him swearing on his families name to never
hurt Theon. Asha didn’t remember and that a very grave mistake.
When she entered Theon’s room, she walked over to the edge of the bed and sat
down beside the sleeping Theon. Her brother was breathing deeply and his hair
was in need of a good wash. It was tangled and falling over his eyes.
She brushed it out of his face.
“He can’t take my family from me. If he thinks he can, he has another thing
coming.”
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Theon woke up when he felt a rough feeling against his lower face. He fluttered
his eyes open at first and then they slammed open when he saw a familiar face
staring up at him. He started to struggle when he found that every time he
breathed in, it was burning his throat but it tasted slightly sweet. Due to his
fear, he started to breath rapidly and felt his head getting heavy. Theon was
already slow from the incident earlier that day, but this just confused him
more than anything. The blue rag that was pressed against his nose and mouth
felt harsh and it made him cringe.
“Shhh….shhh… yes, breath in. Good boy. You’re doing great.” Ramsay said and
Theon felt everything fading and starting to go black. It felt like he was
going back to sleep but there was no way that was possible because how he could
fall asleep with Ramsay Bolton standing in his room in the middle of the night.
When Theon was thoroughly knocked out, Ramsay removed the blue cloth that he
had soaked in Chloroform and shoved it into his back pocket. He looked at
Theon’s sleeping face and bit his lip. He was beautiful like this. With the
moonlight shining in from the open window and the shadows making Theon’s face
look hollow and ghosty. Ramsay rubbed his thumb along Theon’s jaw and had the
sudden urge to cave his skull in. He imagined the dent he would be able to see
in the back of his head and the pillows soaked with blood and it dripping out
of his mouth.
Ramsay moved his hand away and instead grabbed Theon’s ankles. He grabbed the
rope that was looped over his shoulder and quickly bound his feet together
using a simple Clove Hitch knot. He took off the second and did the same to
Theon’s wrists. While he was doing it he remarked about how fair his skin was
around his wrists and how intense his veins were showing up. Ramsay smiled at
the thought of seeing the bruises that these knots would leave. Red and purple
collages.
“Sonofabitch” Ramsay muttered before picking Theon up by his waist and hoisting
him over this shoulder. Theon’s pants slid down and exposed his red-plaid
boxers. Ramsay saw the butt beside his face, grinned, and grabbed Theon’s ass
gleefully. Now that the hard work was over, he was very excited to be able to
have this kid all to himself.
As he walked out of the room, Ramsay turned around and looked around to see if
there was anything that he needed to take. He looked from the old TV, to his
twin bed in the middle of the room, and his half opened closet. Realizing that
anything Theon may need, he would get for him, but he also realized that this
room was completely filled to the brim with Theon’s smell. It smelled like
cigarette smoke, anxiety, fake-confidence, jizz, and weed.
It simultaneously made him content to just smell it all and to think that Theon
had been living in his own nest for many years but it also angered him that his
own smell was nowhere to be found in this room. Theon should wake up and smell
Ramsay and fall asleep to the smell of Ramsay. The smell should comfort him and
make him quake in fear.
Ramsay gave the room one last sweeping look before he turned around, almost
hitting Theon’s head against the door frame, only narrowly missing it.
He grunted as he walked down the stairs, walked through the kitchen, turned
into the living room and made his way towards the door. Ramsay almost started
laughing when he thought of Theon’s bitch sister, sleeping soundly, not
conscious for the event of her brother being kidnapped.
The fact that she thought that she could keep Ramsay from what he wanted was
commendable but extremely foolish. He thought it was funny that women are so
easily manipulated once the words “I promise” comes into the mix. Especially if
they swear on a grave or a family name, or something like that. They are just
words, and useful ones at that.
Ramsay walked out to his car that was in the driveway and opened the door to
the back seat. He gently laid Theon on the cold leather and slammed the door
shut before, getting in, turning the car on, and speeding down the road.
Ramsay made sure to only take back roads so as to avoid traffic cameras, when
the search for Theon began. If Ramsay was right, Asha would wake up at seven
o’clock tomorrow morning and make herself some breakfast. After she had
finished making the biscuits or eggs or cereal whatever, she would walk up to
Theon’s room and crack open the door, with a glass of juice in one hand.
Asha would see her brothers empty bed, look to the right to see the empty
bathroom at the end of the hallway, and drop the juice. She would start calling
his name, then yelling it, then screaming it. She would search every room in
the house and, when she sees his favorite pair of shoes, grey vans, left at the
door, she would call the police, with tears in her eyes and a red face.
She would tell the police that her brother was missing and then she would get
angry. Asha would get furious when they tell her that she can’t file a missing
persons report until 48 hours had passed.
Then she would wait.
Asha would call in sick to work and sit on Theon’s bed waiting for one of two
things. Either for her brother to return or for 48 hours to pass. Whichever
came first.
She would scream profanities such as: “Ramsay you sick fucker, I’ll find you!
I’ll rip your throat out through your fucking teeth!” or maybe it would be
“Give him back to me, you cunt! Give him back, he’s my brother!” She would yell
at nobody in particular. Maybe at herself. Maybe at the world.
Ramsay looked into the rearview mirror and saw Theon’s sleeping face. It was
pressed against the dark leather and his bound hands were hanging off the edge
of the seat. Ramsay realized that he has seen more of Theon in a sleeping/
passed out state than he has while actually awake.
But he’ll have plenty of time to see Theon wide and awake. He pressed his foot
harder onto the gas in excitement and gripped the steering wheel. Ramsay would
have so much time to do anything that he wanted. He had all the time in the
goddamn world to cuddle Theon, to scrape his skin off, to soothe his anxiety,
and to rip his brain apart piece by piece.
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