The Snow Keep

*This is the AU persona of our Melly character, taken from our fanfic The Mountain .  Two Years Earlier .. . She ran through the forest, dodging trees as branches scratched and clawed at her bare skin. Her bare feet were cut to ribbons she knew, and yet she did not stop. She could hear the dogs behind her and she knew they were getting closer.  She had nothing: no shoes, no clothes, no money, nowhere to run to, and yet she refused to stop. Even hesitation was death. Worse than death. He would see that she died a thousand times for this.  ~  ~  ~  ~ That night had been bad. She’d disobeyed, made him angry and he’d punished her even her worse than he usually did. He’d brought out his bull whip, and her back, the back of her legs and her backside were covered with deep welts and every step was agony. She’d lasted longer than any of the others so far. She knew how to take a beating, but that night had been especially bad. She’d screamed and screamed, begging him, but

At the top of the staircase, they turned to the left, proceeding down a long hallway and through a door on the right hand side. Arya was unsure why she noticed this, as she felt like she was in a fog. It’s funny, she thought, the little things that you notice sometimes. The woman, Melly, turned to her and smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. This little gesture of kindness was too much, and Arya dissolved into tears.  Melly took her hand and led her to a cluster of chairs near a huge fireplace. They sat down on a large couch and Melly put her arms around Arya, stroking her hair and letting her cry for what seemed like a very long time.  When she was finally able to lift her head, she realized that Melly had given her a handkerchief and she dried her eyes, suddenly embarrassed. “I…I’m so sorry, you must think I’m so stupid… “Stupid? No, anything but.” The girl responded, her green eyes suddenly taking on a faraway look. “I understand better than you know.” She s

"That fucking bitch!" Ramsay mutters as he walks into Gregor Clegane's office. A high tech open air gym with the latest equipment on one side and a giant wall of surveillance monitors feeding video from all over the city on the other. No desk. No chair. Ramsay's top muscle and enforcer nicknamed The Mountain pumping huge weights on a bench press as obscenely heavy metal music plays over the speakers. The Bastard glares with deadly pale eyes at the sound system as it does little to drown out the giant man's deep throated grunts of exertion. "Don't fucking stab that again Ramsay. I just replaced the last one you ruined." Gregor slams his weights down and sits up, his mass of muscles glistening with sweat and rippling as he flexes, toweling off some of the perspiration as he returns his boss's dark look. "Like I fucking care. You're always listening to that shit when I need to talk to you." Ramsay stalks to the bar, slam

Ramsay : enters the bedroom and finds you asleep in his bed, smiling as he approaches and gently pulls the satin sheets off you, enjoying the sight of your naked body covered in his and Damon's marks from last night Arya... my sweet pet... time to wake up.   arya : she wakes slowly, coming out of a deep, deep sleep and opens her eyes to find you looking down at her oh...i didn't hear you come in, master... whispers as she sits up in bed, her arms aching, her buttocks stinging, remembering last evening in the barn   Ramsay : cups your cheek as he leans down to kiss you, slow and lingering, his wicked tongue slowly parting your lips open and slipping inside to dance with your own tongue, before pulling away with a curl of the lips on his handsome face I need you to accompany me tonight and I brought you something to wear. sets a fancy designer bag on the bed, followed by an expensive fur coat, then he takes a seat to watch you dress   arya : returning your kiss,

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦   Ramsay : leans against the barn post as one of his men escorts you out of the estate, smirking as you struggle to find footing with your high heels on in the darkness. His pale eyes narrow as he sees the cold breeze hardening your nipples against your sheer black bra, complimenting your black lace crotchless panties with black garter belts and stockings. Your long dark hair is loose and flowing around your shoulders. He greets you with a devilish grin as his man closes the stable doors behind him, standing guard till he's dismissed. Hello my sweet Arya. I'm so glad you dressed exactly as I instructed you in my note. This pleases me... He walks around you like a predator examining a piece of meat about to be devoured, fingertips barely grazing over your exposed flesh   Arya : hello...m...master... she can feel goosebumps forming on her exposed s

He lifts a gray-green gaze from a pile of documents as his office door slams open and his personal guard the Hound comes storming in like a rabid dog ready to tear his throat out. Sandor Clegane stopping short from barreling over his desk, dark eyes glaring with a burning fury and snarled lip threatening to split over sharp canines. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy here. You should be outside keeping an eye on my sweetling." Petyr sighs, leaning back in his plush high back leather office chair and looks upward, locking eyes with the dangerous beast without a care. This dog belongs to him, whether Sandor likes it or not. "You're the one putting her in danger Littlefinger! Letting that animal in here to look at her like meat waiting to be butchered." The Hound rumbles back with a dark growl, his closed fist slamming down on the desktop, making the whole room seem to quake. The tension radiating from his huge muscular body almost palpab

♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya : she gasps as you twist her arm hard, pulling her out of the moment and back to reality ramsay? please...i'm sorry... she stumbles after you, everything a blur as she struggles to keep up with you. she nearly falls into the bathroom, her arm hitting the sink painfully as she tries to stop her descent. she half turns, cowering before you, your rage filling the room like a palpable force   Ramsay : sees you frozen with fear and flips out a shining sharp switchblade. he comes for you, grabbing you by the hair and shoving you face first against the cold tile wall, pinning you there with brutal strength, whispering in your ear with a low deadly tone I told you to dance for me pet, not every dick in the club... you filthy slut! slides the dangerous blade up the slit in your dress, the coldness pressed against your skin before the razor edge starts

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya : she woke suddenly when she heard the key turning in the lock. her heart skipped a beat as she sat up in the big bed and looked toward the door. however, when it opened, she was disappointed to see that it was the big guard. he was carrying several large boxes. the master wants his pet to get dressed and make herself beautiful he smirked, looking her up and down, his gaze lingering just a little too long for her comfort as he dropped the boxes in a heap on the bed . get dressed in these things. i'll be back for you in an hour he leered at her a moment more before turning and leaving. she heard the door lock behind him. kneeling on the bed, she opened the largest box. inside she found a long red gown in a low cut halter style with diamond shaped cut-outs at the sides of the waist. the bodice and low cut back were trimmed with clear crystals studd

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  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Arya:   she cries out at the sting of the leash and does as you say, moving faster, trying not to anger you. she worries constantly, that she will misread you, that she will anger you … you're so unpredictable... she reaches the bathroom door and crawls through, feeling the cold hard tile against her warm skin Ramsay :  steps around you, his boots clicking on the floor and turns on the taps of the old fashioned but beautiful antique clawed tub. he pours some scented oils in before he unclips your leash and collar, then moves to stand by the wall, arms crossed over his chest. the leash hangs from his hand, ready to deal out another whipping at any sign of disobedience. His entire posture and attitude casting an authoritative mood over the room.  Get in and bathe. I'll be watching every detail. I make sure my pets are always properly groomed. Arya:  

  ♦ This AU RP/FanFic may contain content that could be disturbing to some readers. Click here for more information. ♦ Ramsay :  sits and watches as one of his men brings you to him, crawling on all fours like a bitch, naked with a tight collar around your pretty neck and a long chain leash pulling you along  That's good enough. Leave her and go. I don't want to be disturbed for anything else for the rest of the night.  sets his drink down as the man nods and exits without a word, locking and shutting the door behind him  Hello my dear... Arya:   crawls into the room shivering with tears brimming in her eyes. stripped naked by the big guard, he'd laughed as he fastened the leash onto her collar. “your master wants his pet” he'd said, pushing her to all fours and dragging her along behind him. now she raises her eyes to look at you, completely humiliated, not sure if you want her to answer you ... h...hello... master...  she whispers in a shaky voice, trying t