[ It doesn’t hurt any more than a poor shave might, but it shakes him to his very core. He can hardly hear Ramsay over the sound of his own heart racing, and for half a mad moment he thinks it would be an excellent idea to wrestle that blade away from Ramsay and finish the job himself.
No, he warns himself. It’s never worked before. Just listen to him. Do as he says.
As he struggles to find his words, he can’t help but notice something strange about that voice in his head. It’s begun to sound a lot less like Theon Greyjoy and a lot more like Reek. ]
I’m sorry—
[ He gasps it out, pale as a ghost. He might pass for one if not for the thin trail of blood in his beard from where Ramsay nicked him. Whether it’s the knife or the voice in his head that’s frightened him more, he doesn’t know. ]
I’m sorry, my lord. I didn’t mean to. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
[ He's terrified nearly to the point of tears. Other Ramsay did some kind of job, alright. ]
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No, he warns himself. It’s never worked before. Just listen to him. Do as he says.
As he struggles to find his words, he can’t help but notice something strange about that voice in his head. It’s begun to sound a lot less like Theon Greyjoy and a lot more like Reek. ]
I’m sorry—
[ He gasps it out, pale as a ghost. He might pass for one if not for the thin trail of blood in his beard from where Ramsay nicked him. Whether it’s the knife or the voice in his head that’s frightened him more, he doesn’t know. ]
I’m sorry, my lord. I didn’t mean to. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
[ He's terrified nearly to the point of tears. Other Ramsay did some kind of job, alright. ]