Ramsay and Jeyne – Part 1 (AU, RP, 18+)
She
was beginning to get worried. Jeyne hadn’t seen her housemate for
almost a week. She had called Arya’s cell phone time and time
again, only to get a recording saying that the recipient’s voice
mail box was full. Arya was unpredictable, a free spirit, inclined to
come and go at odd hours because of her job. In the past, she’d
disappeared for a few days at a time, only to reappear as though
nothing were out of the ordinary. Jeyne had become used to this
routine and quite enjoyed the times when she had the flat to herself.
This was the first time, however, that Arya had been gone for so long
without at least sending her a text. Jeyne had come home from work to
find that Arya once again still hadn’t returned, gone for almost
two weeks now.
Jeyne was currently working in the men’s department of a clothing store, trying to make ends meet while she worked on her first novel. Writing was her passion, but unfortunately, the few short stories she’d had published didn’t bring in enough money to pay the bills. She knew she ought to sit down and write, but she felt too exhausted to do much more than watch television and go to bed early. Unlike Arya, Jeyne didn’t come from a rich family and she had to work hard to keep up her end of the rent. Her shop job was tedious and tiring though, and she never had enough time as she would have liked to work on her book.
Standing all day had left her feet hurting, and she wasn’t hungry yet, so Jeyne decided to take a bath. She filled the tub with hot water, added rose scented bubble bath and climbed in. Sinking deep into the tub, she let the water soothe her aching muscles. She lay there, basking, until she heard her iPhone beep and realized she’d left it in her bedroom. She tried to ignore it, but the thought that it might be Arya distracted her until, reluctantly, she climbed from the bath and pulled on her robe. She found the phone on her bed and picked it up; a text from Arya was still visible on the screen. “Don’t let anyone in.”
Just then, there was a crash from the front of the flat. It took her a moment to realize that someone had broken in through the front door. Jeyne then heard heavy footsteps moving through the flat. Two people, maybe more. She remembered she was clutching her mobile phone and frantically began to dial 911 as her bedroom door burst open and two rough looking men entered the room. The bigger of the two men crossed quickly to her and knocked the phone out of her hand. She cried out as she watched it skitter across the floor and disappear under her bed.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she stammered, as her eyes grew large with fear.
“Arya Stark, you need to come with us.” The big man grabbed her by the arm and dragged her toward the door.
“I’m not Arya… please, I’m….” She was cut off abruptly when he slapped her hard across the face. Stunned into silence, she stared at him, overcome with terror. This can’t be happening!
“Let's shut her up for the ride back,” the second man snapped and when she turned to look at him, she saw the gun in his raised hand. Then suddenly, everything went black.
Jeyne didn't know how long she was out, but slowly awoke to the sounds of voices in discussion.
"Is this her? My new pet?" a male spoke, his tone dark and sensual, but edged with tension.
“Yes, Boss. Found her in the apartment. She wasn’t very cooperative,” one of her kidnappers replied with a chuckle of amusement.
"I can see that… You bruised her pretty face before I could even see it for the first time," the apparent leader growled with annoyance. "Leave us. Now!"
Jeyne found that she couldn't move her limbs. Disoriented, she tried to look around her, but her vision was blurry and the room was mostly dark. She tried to scream but there was something soft stuffed into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head. She slowly realized that she’d been kidnapped and was hogtied, gagged and helpless. They think I’m Arya. Now someone stood over her. She tried to focus her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"Did you really think you could escape from me, girl?" that dominating voice asked, as his boots clipped harshly on the stone floor, while circling around her body. "When I told Baelish I wanted something more wild, something I could train, I didn’t think I would have to send my dogs to hunt you down for delivery." The unknown man squatted down, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. A handsome face with a dark predatory gaze locked eyes with Jeyne's frightened ones.
His eyes! So cold and pale… angry. Jeyne cringed inwardly, shook her head in denial and tried to speak over her gag. There's been a mistake, I'm not Arya! her mind screamed, desperate to escape the intensity of this man's lustful leer. And then the beast smiled at her…and suddenly she saw things clearly. She began to struggle again… thrashing against her bonds. I have to get away!
Jeyne was currently working in the men’s department of a clothing store, trying to make ends meet while she worked on her first novel. Writing was her passion, but unfortunately, the few short stories she’d had published didn’t bring in enough money to pay the bills. She knew she ought to sit down and write, but she felt too exhausted to do much more than watch television and go to bed early. Unlike Arya, Jeyne didn’t come from a rich family and she had to work hard to keep up her end of the rent. Her shop job was tedious and tiring though, and she never had enough time as she would have liked to work on her book.
Standing all day had left her feet hurting, and she wasn’t hungry yet, so Jeyne decided to take a bath. She filled the tub with hot water, added rose scented bubble bath and climbed in. Sinking deep into the tub, she let the water soothe her aching muscles. She lay there, basking, until she heard her iPhone beep and realized she’d left it in her bedroom. She tried to ignore it, but the thought that it might be Arya distracted her until, reluctantly, she climbed from the bath and pulled on her robe. She found the phone on her bed and picked it up; a text from Arya was still visible on the screen. “Don’t let anyone in.”
Just then, there was a crash from the front of the flat. It took her a moment to realize that someone had broken in through the front door. Jeyne then heard heavy footsteps moving through the flat. Two people, maybe more. She remembered she was clutching her mobile phone and frantically began to dial 911 as her bedroom door burst open and two rough looking men entered the room. The bigger of the two men crossed quickly to her and knocked the phone out of her hand. She cried out as she watched it skitter across the floor and disappear under her bed.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she stammered, as her eyes grew large with fear.
“Arya Stark, you need to come with us.” The big man grabbed her by the arm and dragged her toward the door.
“I’m not Arya… please, I’m….” She was cut off abruptly when he slapped her hard across the face. Stunned into silence, she stared at him, overcome with terror. This can’t be happening!
“Let's shut her up for the ride back,” the second man snapped and when she turned to look at him, she saw the gun in his raised hand. Then suddenly, everything went black.
Jeyne didn't know how long she was out, but slowly awoke to the sounds of voices in discussion.
"Is this her? My new pet?" a male spoke, his tone dark and sensual, but edged with tension.
“Yes, Boss. Found her in the apartment. She wasn’t very cooperative,” one of her kidnappers replied with a chuckle of amusement.
"I can see that… You bruised her pretty face before I could even see it for the first time," the apparent leader growled with annoyance. "Leave us. Now!"
Jeyne found that she couldn't move her limbs. Disoriented, she tried to look around her, but her vision was blurry and the room was mostly dark. She tried to scream but there was something soft stuffed into her mouth and tied tightly behind her head. She slowly realized that she’d been kidnapped and was hogtied, gagged and helpless. They think I’m Arya. Now someone stood over her. She tried to focus her eyes as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"Did you really think you could escape from me, girl?" that dominating voice asked, as his boots clipped harshly on the stone floor, while circling around her body. "When I told Baelish I wanted something more wild, something I could train, I didn’t think I would have to send my dogs to hunt you down for delivery." The unknown man squatted down, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up. A handsome face with a dark predatory gaze locked eyes with Jeyne's frightened ones.
His eyes! So cold and pale… angry. Jeyne cringed inwardly, shook her head in denial and tried to speak over her gag. There's been a mistake, I'm not Arya! her mind screamed, desperate to escape the intensity of this man's lustful leer. And then the beast smiled at her…and suddenly she saw things clearly. She began to struggle again… thrashing against her bonds. I have to get away!
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