happy birthday!!!! i have but a one word prompt for you
(I hope you are alright with a Modern AU)
"I said," Ramsay gestured to the couch, "Sit."
This had to be some sort of...
"I'm not tricking you, Reek." His tone shifted towards annoyance, "Now, sit down. "
He quickly obeyed, stumbling over his own useless feet. Fighting the welling tears, he stared at the floor through his greasy white hair. Whatever his master had planned for him was going to happen one way or another, it was best to just get it over with rather than speculate. Despite this sentiment, Reek found a way to worry anyhow. Every wrongdoing he may have possibly committed popped into his fractured mind. Even if he hadn't slighted Ramsay in some way, the bastard would figure out a way to punish him nonetheless.
As his thoughts tormented him, Bolton had wandered out of sight and returned with a beer in each hand. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, he could see his pet follow the beverage with round, confused eyes.
"What? You're too good for Budweiser?" Chuckling at his own joke, he set one of the cans on the coffee table and cracked the other one open. "Tip your head back and open your mouth."
Reek's weak little heart pounded like a jackhammer as he tried to push away the humiliating memory of the last time he was ordered to do that. Trying not to hesitate for too long, his mouth fell open as he did as he was told. The cold liquid nearly made him choke as it hit the back of his throat, but gagging was never an option for the creature so he sputtered and swallowed around the feeling. It felt like an eternity before the can was empty, giving him a chance to breathe once more.
"T-thank you, Master." Wiping the remnants from his face, he timidly dipped his head back down, not daring to ask what he did to deserve a treat... or what he would have to do as recompense.
Without another word, Ramsay planted himself next to his captive. After getting comfortable, he yanked Reek over to lean on his shoulder as if they were some lovesick couple cuddling on the couch. The touch curdled his stomach and set his blood surging through his veins.
"What do you want to watch, Sweetling?" The old t.v. flicked on, " How do you feel about a horror film?"
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