[ This action takes Theon back, to a time far beyond Ramsay. It takes him back even beyond even Winterfell. Instead, it takes him back to Pyke, to the days when his brothers were still alive and would either tease him relentlessly, or beat him.
He hated those days. He had never been big enough to fight back, though he had wanted to. It ignites that fire into a blaze. Theon doesn’t have much muscle anymore, but he’s not a nine year old boy any longer either. ]
Don’t touch me! Don’t ever touch me.
[ He snarls, actually fighting to get away. He had hoped for a blade across his throat; something quick. This is not even close. ]
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He hated those days. He had never been big enough to fight back, though he had wanted to. It ignites that fire into a blaze. Theon doesn’t have much muscle anymore, but he’s not a nine year old boy any longer either. ]
Don’t touch me! Don’t ever touch me.
[ He snarls, actually fighting to get away. He had hoped for a blade across his throat; something quick. This is not even close. ]
Put me down. Now.