You were Ramsay Bolton's sweet sister. His pride and joy, his crown jewel. So when your birthday rolled around and Ramsay said he had an extra special gift for you, you expected it to be a puppy one of his hounds birthed. Instead you were gifted a human.

Reek, he called him. And you couldn't get the young man to answer anything else.

Reek was in a sorry state. Ramsay kept him starved and dehydrated, though you quickly learned that your brother enjoyed giving him sustenance sometimes just to lock him in a dog kennel with no bathroom. He was unwashed and when you tried bathing him he started thrashing and freaking out about "women touching him".

You'd coaxed him into bed with you one night. He usually insisted on sleeping on your floor like an animal. You tried ignoring the stench of blood, sweat, and rot coming from him. He'd clearly been Ramsay's torture pet for years. A plate of crackers sat by the bed from trying to get him to eat.

"Do you like that?" you asked softly, brushing his unruly curls. Reek just stared ahead before twitching and muttering, "Yes, mistress."