“Oh, I don’t know.” Myranda responded sarcastically, faking some sympathy. “Perhaps just in the courtyard. Although I’m not sure if anyone would be happy to have you on display like that. And the dungeons might be too luxurious for you; a waste of space, really. Perhaps the stables will do. But not with the horses, of course. The pigs might have some room, though.”
The WORDS cut through Alina like glass – the VERBAL abuse was the worst of it. The WAY the entire Winterfell castle treated Alina — it was like she was a dog. The LORDS and LADIES scoffed at her. made her perform IMPOSSIBLE tasks and took it out on her endlessly. She would bathe the noble women and they would MAKE FUN of her, treat her like an object, speak about her as if she were a HOUND, messy, smelling hound. Alina OF COURSE would say nothing — even when her brother made her serve dinner on her bony, skinny legs and would HUMILIATE her in front of everyone. He would MAKE her agree with him, even make her say how much of a WHORE her own mother was. She was so beaten down.
—But to sleep in the ACTUAL mud — with the pigs – it’d be a NEW LOW.
Tears fell down her pale, bruised cheeks as she whimpered. She could not DENY this – she’d have to do this. If Myranda told her that Alina ate food without PERMISSION and then defied and argued with her — she’d likely lose a few fingers and toes. Her bottom lip trembled, her head bowed. “If—If that is what my LADY thinks is fair and RIGHT – th-then I will sleep with the p-pigs.” She spoke, her tears cascading down and onto the floor. “W-Will you SPEAK of this to Ramsay though — will you tell him I ate without his permission if I do as you say?”
She had to suppress the smile that was growing upon her features. If Ramsay was here to see this he would eat her up in every good way of the word. He would be so excited to see how she could manipulate and disgrace someone. To others it might be strange but they understood one another perfectly fine. ---It was their thing, like the hunting. And she enjoyed having power over someone else so very much.
“I’m not sure.” she responded. “I have to sleep about that one------ as do you.” Her voice was still dangerously kind.