[ He shakes his head wildly. He won’t repeat those words or those names, not out loud, never again. Not even if the door is locked or Ramsay is far out of earshot. He can’t bring himself to do it or bring his tongue to form the words.
Don’t make me say, his expression alone seems to beg, his eyes wide as he shivers in his own skin. He takes a different approach instead. ]
You must only call him by his name. Ramsay Bolton.
[ The fear behind his eyes says enough as to why. Don’t dare to call him Snow or refer to him as a bastard, or the flaying knife is your fate. It took a long time for Theon to break, and his insults toward Ramsay and his baseborn parentage were merciless before he finally did. ]
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Don’t make me say, his expression alone seems to beg, his eyes wide as he shivers in his own skin. He takes a different approach instead. ]
You must only call him by his name. Ramsay Bolton.
[ The fear behind his eyes says enough as to why. Don’t dare to call him Snow or refer to him as a bastard, or the flaying knife is your fate. It took a long time for Theon to break, and his insults toward Ramsay and his baseborn parentage were merciless before he finally did. ]