[ He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, with a sudden anxious huff, he stumbles right past her, shutting and bolting the door as quickly as his clumsy fingers will allow. He’s twitchy and frightened, but Daenerys is not nearly as frightening as whoever may be lurking beyond his doorstep.

He leans back against the door, closing his eyes. Perhaps Ramsay had said he deserved it at some point. Theon can hardly remember. All he knows is that it’s part of his pool of safe responses: the things he can say that ensure Lord Ramsay will not hurt him any further. ]

I said…bad things. The wrong things.

[ He just looks tired, like the door is the only thing keeping him upright, but the fact that it’s closed seems to afford him the bravery to speak more freely.]

He punished me whenever I said something he didn’t like. There are things you must never say to him, or he'll hurt you.