A SMALL REVENGE

A SMALL REVENGE

               

Dany paced the room, all the while running her hands through silver hair with nervous energy. She kept glancing at the clock on the wall and at the door, waiting for the inevitable entry of doom. She struggled to breathe and stopped for a moment by the bed, leaning against the wooden post. The clock began chiming the hour and she sat on the bed with a thud, the last of her will drained from her body. 

            The door flew open to reveal three men. The youngest, with dark thin curled brown hair and a common face stepped forward in front of the other two. The man to the boy’s right was an ugly man both pale faced and tall, with fleshy wormy lips and long flowing brown hair, standing with his arms crossed and leering at Dany. The third man stood near the doorway. He had a long, scraggly brown beard that contrasted with straight shiny brown hair. 

            “Your attempt to free the slave ladies this afternoon has failed.” The boy said.

            Dany hung her head in despair and smoothed her hands over her plain gray silk dress and crossed her thin legs.  She looked up at the boy, a tear gathering at the corner of her eye, and smiled.

            “Do to me what you will.” She said, closing her eyes for a moment.

            The boy stared at her for a few moments, unable to speak. He walked to her and placed a hand upon her shoulder. 

            “You know I can never harm you, but your treachery can’t go unpunished. I must turn you over to his devices.” The boy said, indicating the man to his right with a nod.

            “You are a kind boy, Devan.” Dany said rising from the bed and kissing him on the cheek. 

            The pale man stepped forward, whip in hand and smiling. He pushed Dany in the chest, forcing her onto the bed.  She lifted a hand to protect herself, but he brought the whip down upon her with great force, hitting her across the chest.

            “I paid a great amount of money for those slaves, you will not free them. They are my property.” Ramsay yelled as he brought the whip down upon her legs, which made her scream in pain.

            Dany turned and crawled away from him, towards the wall and the other end of the bed.  He lunged at her and grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her back to him, laughing. His laugh reverberated through the room. He began ripping the silk dress off her body as she clung to the bed in desperation.  She kicked at him, but he grabbed her foot and bit hard into the fleshy arch. 

            She screamed again and the boy made a move as if to interfere, but the pale faced man grabbed for the whip and he stopped in his tracks.  The bearded man reached behind his back and with a slow movement, pulled a knife from the flowing robes he wore. 

            The man ripped the bottom half of her dress away, exposing her pale, thin legs.  He groped them, kneading her soft thighs in his hands, pinching at her flesh.  She screamed and kicked, but he pulled her against him with great force, knocking the air from her chest. He ripped her small clothes away and grinned, revealing rotten twisted teeth. 

            Her head lolled on the pillow, consciousness fading as he struck her across the face with the back of his hand.  He pushed on top of her and forced her legs wide with his knees. She began screaming once again and he placed a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. 

            The bearded man walked towards the bed, running a finger along the blade of the knife.  The pale faced man turned towards him at the very moment the blade entered the side of his stomach. He yelped in pain and rolled off Dany, trying to get a hand around the bearded man’s neck. Instead of reaching him, he stumbled off the bed onto the floor. The bearded man stabbed him again, in the chest, burying the knife to the hilt.

            “Why?” The pale man tried to say, his mouth forming the words without sound escaping his thick fleshy lips. 

            “If you had bothered to ask about me, you might know. I’m a writer, loyal to house STARK.” The bearded man said, twisting the knife.  Blood sprayed as he stabbed him again and again, the pale faced man’s life slipping away in moments. 

            The bearded man lifted the blood stained knife one more time, but the boy grabbed his arm and shook his head.

            “He’s dead.” The boy said.