"Indeed, it wasn't all that bad." Ramsay whispers, a thin smile curling across his lips as he passes the small handkerchief over the wound on your face. Your whole body trembles beneath his touch, and his gaze is filled with a combination of contempt and satisfaction as he runs the tips of his fingers through your hair. He seems to enjoy the fact that you shiver in fear and despair, as if it were evidence of his dominance over you.