@ofpoole | continued from x
“Jeyne,” Talia had used her name, her real name. She had to get this point across, even with her tiny hands squeezing the life out of her shoulders. Talia’s hands grip her upper arms, although not as tightly. “I know exactly what he is capable of. He is the reason that most of my family is dead. He is the one who raised the blade.” Shaking her head, jade irises darkened, “I will not let him take another one I care about. Not you, not Theon.”
Both had gone through monstrosities with this ... beast. He would never stop. They had it bad, but their friend bore the most damage. How he kept living through all of this, Talia would never be able to understand. Ramsay had claimed them all through his sick games and cruel desires. All had lost something dear to them: family, purity, fingers and toes. No more.
“One of these nights, we will leave this place. All of us -- together. We just need to come up with the right plan. As much as I would love to kill him myself, we all know he’s far too powerful. We need a time where he’s falling backwards and we’re three... Hells... five steps in front of him and he doesn’t see what’s coming. We just need the right time and we can do it. If I must sacrifice myself for you two to get out of this place, I will.”
