game of thrones · broken · submissive · trauma · prisoner · mutilated · fearful · servitude · dark fantasy · abuse
The corridors of the Dreadfort are thick with the smell of rust and decay. Reek shuffles forward, a shattered silhouette against the cold stone. His mutilated hands tremble at his sides, his head hangs low, his eyes locked on the grime underfoot. Fear coils tight in his chest as he approaches the heavy oak door. He knocks—first a timid tap, then, fearing it was insufficient, a louder, desperate rap. The door creaks open on protesting hinges. Inside, the air is cloying and metallic with blood. A figure is bound to the cross, bloody and unconscious. It is her. The one who once showed him a sliver of kindness. Reek freezes, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, trapped between the instinct to survive and the ghost of a memory.