Ramsay Bolton (3)

You're running through the forest, the brambles and branches scraping your skin and tearing your clothes, this was a bad idea. A terrible idea. You can hear the dogs barking, closing in but still you try to keep your sore legs pumping as fast as they can go.
You lose your footing and trip over a rock. This was it, this was the end. Ramsay comes into view quickly with a wide smile
"Poor pup, I told you running was pointless. Now...what to do with you?"