#voxcomentumultis

@voxcomentumultis // my answered asks tag has never been more appropriate

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

AND ANOTHER ONE GONE

AND ANOTHER ONE GONE

Ramsay was not a patient person nor did he like people trying to deceive him.  It’s why the man was currently strapped to the x in the middle of the room.  He was considering the tools in front of him.  He’d already sent on of his men to go bring Royce to him.  Royce was far to soft and needed to be toughened up.

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The mirror in front of her  was not as kind as it usually was. Purple and red surrounded by shades of yelow and green colouring her cheekbone like a galaxy. The reason why, quite obvious. She had managed to awaken his wrath once more, and they had another fight, the reason why, unclear, even for her. Of course he had been careful not to cause real harm, he always was. Granting her just the right amount of pain to keep her under control, using just the right amount of affection afterwards to keep her adoring him. Not even once threatening the growing life inside of her, his biggest treassure. Such was the mindtricks he played on her.

All the lass could think about being how to conceal the marks her husband left, so she could look pretty again, for him. Efforts interrupted by a childish voice. One that she knew all too well. The redhead didn’t bother to turn around to face the child, mostly, because she didn’t want him to see the bruises on her face, even if odds were, that he had seen them already. “My sweet boy, why are you crying?” She limited herself to ask, gentle smile upon her face “Did you fail to do your tasks again?”