The Snow Keep

"It's kind of big, but..." Gregor stopped his words as he entered the bathroom again, holding on to one of his massive sized muscle shirts and found Melly asleep in the tub. "You can't sleep in there, girl." He sighed, tossing the shirt over one broad shoulder and scooped her out of the water. The Mountain ran his dark gaze over her naked form, dripping wet, her nipples hard pink peaks his mouth suddenly watered to taste. "Fucking hell," Gregor grumbled, as he yanked a towel off the nearby rack and wrapped her up before the growing erection in his pants demanded more than a casual thought. He carried her off and up the stairs to the second floor, finding the guestroom nearest to his own master suite and laid her down gently in the soft bed. "Was I sleeping?" Melly yawned. Sighing against his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her. She realized she'd never felt so safe in her life and wondered if it was rig...

Gregor was in the main wing with Ramsay when the alarm went off for the fire in the kitchen. Servants and guards ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, yelling out orders here and there. The flames leaping about gave the Mountain little concern. Chaos would be restored to order soon enough with several fire extinguishers. Instead, he watched as his Boss stalked over to the cook and began questioning the old man. Something in his eyes was giving him away. Ramsay could sense fear better than any of his dogs. His cold pale gaze often reduced men to tears and caused them to piss in their pants, sometimes worse. "You fucking let her out?!" Gregor stepped up behind him as Ramsay’s cool calculated voice flipped like a switch to a furious and dangerous tone. The Mountain watched impassively as Ramsay grabbed a butcher's knife and hacked off the cook's right hand, the man's scream no doubt the first of many that night. "I'll go find her with t...

She ran, barefoot, through the twisting passages of the house, keeping to the servants’ quarters, the dead Guard's key ring held tightly in her fist to keep the keys from jingling. In her cut right hand, a shard of glass, smaller than the one in the Guard's neck, but the biggest she'd been able to find. She could hear men's voices in the main part of the house, so she kept her footsteps light and stopped often to be sure that no one was ahead of her. When she reached the servants’ staircase leading to the kitchen, she proceeded down very slowly. Melly could hear soft noises resonating from the kitchen below. Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase she stopped and took several deep breaths. Peering around the corner, she could see the Cook standing beside the stove with his back to her. He held a large chef's knife and was chopping vegetables, then dropping them into a large pot on the stove beside him. To his left was the kitchen door leading out into the yard. ...

*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 an...

"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...