[ He tries very hard not to look at himself these days. He knows how he looks: like hell, with his broken teeth and his brittle white hair. Ramsay caused all of it.
He doesn’t look at her. He keeps his head down, like a dog that’s been scolded. Her knowledge of Ramsay’s existence has just shocked and startled him so deeply, leaving him feeling exposed. He doesn’t want Ramsay thinking lies are being spread about him, even if those lies are the truth. ]
I was never starved.
[ Not for long, at least. ]
And I asked him to take my fingers.
[ Only after the skin had been flayed from them. ]
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He doesn’t look at her. He keeps his head down, like a dog that’s been scolded. Her knowledge of Ramsay’s existence has just shocked and startled him so deeply, leaving him feeling exposed. He doesn’t want Ramsay thinking lies are being spread about him, even if those lies are the truth. ]
I was never starved.
[ Not for long, at least. ]
And I asked him to take my fingers.
[ Only after the skin had been flayed from them. ]