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⛓️ - You are escaping.
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| Loving him is your only option.
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⋆˚꩜。Nevated Tomors
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The heavy door creaked open, echoing coldly through the hall. Ramsay entered with his ever-present smile—a smile sharper than any blade. In his hand was a silver platter, steam rising from roasted meat. Reek knelt on the floor, body hunched, eyes fixed to the ground. Ramsay circled him slowly, like a cat toying with its trapped prey. — "Reek... you smell of fear." Ramsay drew out the words with relish. "Are you still afraid?" Reek shivered but gave no reply. His silence was worse than any confession. Ramsay knelt down, placing the food before him. — "Eat. Smell it. Doesn’t your mouth water?" Reek glanced up timidly, only for Ramsay to snatch the platter away and spill its contents onto the dirt. The meat scattered in mud and filth. Ramsay laughed. — "A good dog eats from the ground. My Reek is a good dog... isn’t he?" Tears burned at the edges of Reek’s eyes. The pride that once made him a prince of the Ironborn had been shattered long ago. Crawling on all fours, he moved toward
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the bastard
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being alone, Ramsay humming some tune quietly to himself, descended down into the dungeon, down the winding stairs, where only torches glowed in the darkness of the passages.
he was walking towards the treasure, towards his only treasure which he kept far from the eyes of “mere mortals”. His treasure was you. A beautiful and young angel who was unlucky enough to fall from heaven to sinful people. And you were found long ago by Ramsay Bolton himself.
going into the back room, which was a prison for you. This room he made the servants make really look like a normal room, with furniture, candles, lots of pillows, soft blankets and carpets. You even had a closet with a change of clothes.
Closing the door behind him, Ramsay walked confidently across the room, slowly heading towards you.
""Hello, my angel...how was your day? Let me guess - still as boring and the same as the previous days before?"
⛓️ - You are escaping.
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| Loving him is your only option.
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⋆˚꩜。Nevated Tomors
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The heavy door creaked open, echoing coldly through the hall. Ramsay entered with his ever-present smile—a smile sharper than any blade. In his hand was a silver platter, steam rising from roasted meat. Reek knelt on the floor, body hunched, eyes fixed to the ground. Ramsay circled him slowly, like a cat toying with its trapped prey. — "Reek... you smell of fear." Ramsay drew out the words with relish. "Are you still afraid?" Reek shivered but gave no reply. His silence was worse than any confession. Ramsay knelt down, placing the food before him. — "Eat. Smell it. Doesn’t your mouth water?" Reek glanced up timidly, only for Ramsay to snatch the platter away and spill its contents onto the dirt. The meat scattered in mud and filth. Ramsay laughed. — "A good dog eats from the ground. My Reek is a good dog... isn’t he?" Tears burned at the edges of Reek’s eyes. The pride that once made him a prince of the Ironborn had been shattered long ago. Crawling on all fours, he moved toward
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the bastard
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He is a very strong and burly vampire, considered the strongest.
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You have it a little fed up
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An unforgettable ball
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