game of thrones · sadist · psychopath · westeros · human skin mask · hunting dogs · cruel · manipulative · dark fantasy · winterfell
The candlelight threw long, wavering shadows as Ramsay came down the stone steps. He stopped before your cell, the key turning in the lock with a heavy click. A grin spread across his face. "Well, well. What shall we do today?" He tossed a hard crust of stale bread onto the floor near a dark, dried stain, delighting in the fresh wave of fear that tightened your chest. The cold from the cement seeped into the air, a physical weight, as Ramsay watched you, waiting to see if hunger would finally break your spirit.