Hey guys, I have been dying to write a GOT fan fiction exclusively for Ramsay/OC for such a long time now. I think it has something to do with the fact that his actor, Iwan Rheon, is such a babe...Anyway, my new OC is also a kind of…simple minded, but I like them that way. She has some sense, but she is not exceptionally smart. I feel as if Ramsay would like his girls a bit docile and I also feel as if he would have had to grow up with the girl in order for any true feelings to emerge. He is, after all, an undeniable fruitcake. I also added in my take on the background behind why he chases girls with dogs…you will see! Enjoy!

Chapter 1- His Idea of Fun

The harrowing image of the flayed man proudly displayed on the billowing banners lining the dirt paths of the Dreadfort was the first thing she had seen as a child when she was sent to live as a servant under Lord Bolton's house. She had only been ten at the time, and the display of the fleshless man on the banners made her skin crawl as the image was seared violently into the forefront of her memory. She did not want to live in this bleak and forsaken place, but she had no choice—her parents had both served Lord Bolton as servants. But now, they were both dead—taken by a fire in the night. With no other family and no place to belong, she was destined to the grim atmosphere of the Dreadfort to live out the rest of her days…as a playmate to Roose Bolton's bastard son, Ramsay Snow.

Ramsay was thirteen, only three years older than she had been at the time. When she had first been introduced to him, she had been terrified. A group of female servants had taken her to a small room and had thrown a dull white frock on her shaking form. She was chubbier and shorter than other young girls, her baby fat having yet to depart from her little frame. Her long flaxen curls had been forcefully braided neatly and pinned down as her mossy colored eyes franticly shot about in an attempt to find any potential means of escape. Her normally pallid face was chalky as she felt sick to her stomach. When they had finished dressing her, she was escorted down a long hallway to the dining chamber where she had first met him...

Lord Bolton himself had to force the boy to greet her in a friendly manner as Ramsay scoffed and ignored her entrance. There were whispers among the people about his…habits. The boy had a violent streak, and he took pleasure in torturing small animals he found for fun. Ramsay had no interest in playing with other children…especially a sniveling little girl whom he deemed a simple nuisance.

For the first few months, he simply ignored her very existence. He went about his daily business as if she did not even exist. He did not want to be bothered with the notion of an insolent playmate—he was not some infantile fool and he could not see what benefit he could reap from such a useless little girl.

Young and unsure of what to do, Eve was conflicted—her duty was to entertain Ramsay and keep him occupied, but that was impossible to do when he shirked off her very presence and avoided her like the plague. She would have followed him around, as her duty entailed, but her legs were short and he was rather agile when it came to losing her within the cold empty corridors of the castle. She often chased after him, giving up her pursuit as she puffed and stopped for air. She had heard he spent his leisure time in the dark bowels of the dungeons or the eerily silent depths of the forest on the outskirts of the Dreadfort. She, however, was too cowardly to venture to those places alone in search for the vicious boy. He was rather scary himself…his icy blue eyes were callous and they held a hint of innate malice behind the deceitfully charming demeanor he put on in front of important guests. She did not want to get on his bad side or annoy him in any way.

She was rather relieved the boy chose to ignore her—it only meant that she would be safe from whatever malevolence and cruel intent he seemed to possess. And so, she wandered aimlessly around the Dreadfort in search of something to occupy herself with. She often spent time with the female servants in the kitchens. They were kind to her and she enjoyed helping make the pastries that they would serve at every evening meal. Before she left, the kitchen servants would always give her some of the warm pastries in thanks. And so, she ate the pastries by herself as she sat in solitude under a tree at the edge of the silent forest. It was peaceful as long as she did not actually enter the daunting forest. Her daily routine went uninterrupted and without sound or sight of Ramsay…until one particular day when she had been followed by a group of children on her way to the perimeter of the forest with her delicious pastries in tow. The other children always taunted her and refused to play with her because she was chubby and short. On this day, they had spotted her as she walked out of the kitchens with her little basket of fresh pastries.

"It's Eve the pig! Give us a snort, will you?! You are a pig, aren't you?" The children laughed and taunted her as she was pushed back against the tree she usually sat at. She remained silent, clutching her basket in fright as she focused her olive gaze down at her tattered little shoes. One of the children had a large dog by their side, its mouth foaming as it snarled at her viciously. One of the girls in the group seemed to cheer as she commanded the dog to attack. The dog was poised to launch itself at full force, its haunches raised and its bark ripping through the silence as the other children all began to laugh as Eve flinched back into the solid trunk of the tree behind her.

"Let's see how fast the little pig can run. Get her, boy!" The girl gave the order, and the dog launched itself forward. Dropping her basket, Eve took off running into the dark embrace of the forest. The deep forest was shadowy and disturbing, and it struck fear into her heart, but it was her only option. The trees and roots cut her pale flesh as she sprinted for her life, the dog right at her feet snapping its teeth and snarling as she cried out in fear. Her hair flew out of its braid as passing twigs and leaves became snagged and entangled in the long golden curls. I am going to die! Gods please help me! She screamed as she lost her footing and tripped on a raised root, falling flat on her face into the damp dirt and peat below. She scrambled back, whimpering as tears burned her eyes and stung the bleeding scrapes on her face as they streamed down her plump cheeks. The dog was closing in on her as she glanced back from her position on the ground to see it leap forward. This was it. She clamped her eyes shut and cried out. The fatal sensation of teeth clamping down on her never came as she heard the sound of an arrow loosen and the high-pitched whine of the dog before her. Slowly, she opened her eyes, the sight before her blurred by salty tears and sweat.

Dark red liquid was pooling out from the dog's neck where a long arrow was lodged with certainty. The thick crimson liquid dripped out into the black fur of the dog as its body twitched on the ground—it was dead. Trembling, she scrambled back against a tree to distance herself from the bloody corpse of the dog. She heard heavy footsteps signaled by the crunch of dead leaves as someone approached. Opening her eyes, she was met with a sight that did not make her feel safe—the wicked blue stare of Ramsay Snow as he passionately admired the jolting form of the dog on the ground below. There was a wild smile on his face as his eyes lit up in glee at the dog's lifeless form. He was enjoying himself.

Eve let out a hushed sob as she shook and shuffled further away, wanting more than anything to get away from the boy and his delighted state of captivation. Those wild eyes turned to her helpless form as his smile faded and morphed into a look of irritation and anger. He made his way over to her and brutishly tugged her arm up by the wrist as he dragged her shaking body behind him. Her wrist ached in pain as she cried out in agony at his harsh grip. As Ramsay passed the twitching form of the dog, he indifferently stepped on the tail without a care, a crunchy squish sounding as his boots crumpled the flesh as if it were merely a leaf beneath his feet. He huffed in anger as he turned around and forced her to look at him.

"You are my playmate. Mine to do with whatever I see fit. And I do not see it fit that what is mine is used without my permission. You're mine to torture!" Cold blue eyes seethed in anger as he turned back around and continued dragging her forward by the wrist. She cried silently as she tried to figure out why he was so furious. He had always ignored her before now. Why was he so angry?

Ramsay had snapped. He heard the voices of the other children calling out "piggy" in the distance as he grinned to himself in gleeful anticipation. He continued dragging the sniffling form of the pudgy girl behind him as he internally seethed in anger. This forest was his playground, and she was his toy to do whatever he pleased with. True, he did not want an annoying little girl following him around as he killed and tortured for sport, but something about her being "his playmate" alone made him seethe at the thought of others teasing or torturing her for their own pleasure.

Those children would learn their place. Eve was his little toy—whether he played with her or not, she was his. He released the soft and chubby little wrist he had been gripping with an iron hold as he drew his bow and aimed a sharpened arrow in the direction the yelling voices of the children had come from. A group of three children came into sight as his lips twitched upwards in delight at the expressions of fear that crossed their pathetic faces. He let his arrow loosen at the girl in the front as screams sounded out from the other two children. The girl fell, dark blood gurgling out of her mouth as the arrow found its home in the center of her neck. Ramsay's eyes lit up as the remaining two children stood frozen in fear, eyes bulging at the sight of the arrow lodged in their little friend's neck.

"Run little piggies," He lowly ordered in excitement as the two other children took off in horror, abandoning the fallen form of their little friend. Ramsay did not move forward an inch as he let loose two more arrows for each of the children. Neither got far as both arrows found the backs of their necks and their running ceased as each form crumpled over onto the forest floor with a sickening thud.

He turned back to the trembling form of the tiny but plump little girl as he furrowed his brow in disgust.

"You are quite the little piggy, aren't you? But you are my little piggy, Eve."

Since Ramsay had spoken those words, she had not been parted from his side. He took her with him everywhere—to the unnerving dungeons as she watched him flay the screaming bodies of grown men, to the dark depths of the forest where he had garnered a new hobby...of chasing the children who taunted her for sport as he hunted them with hounds. He demanded she be by his side everywhere he went. He had even commanded she follow him into the privy as he relieved himself briefly. And it was all simply because he could do whatever he pleased with her. He enjoyed making her squirm and cry more than anything. It was quite amusing indeed. She always sobbed when he dragged her out into the woods to make her watch him as he hunted children with hounds in his new-found game. For some reason, he had no need to kill or harm Eve…he took the most pleasure simply from her presence...because he knew his actions disturbed her more than anything. He sighed to himself in content as he turned to see the short blonde girl following behind him. She was a chubby little thing…adorable in only a way parents could see. Too bad her parents are dead. Ramsay smiled to himself at the thought of her emotional turmoil. He continued walking, a skip in his step as he lead Eve to the dungeons. He rather enjoyed flaying men alive as she watched on in horror. He liked to watch her face plagued with anguish…to him, it was adorable in only a way he could see. Her quick steps and short round legs were adorable in only a way he was allowed to acknowledge. Her chubby face was his alone to taunt. Her name was only allowed to leave his mouth. Because she was his.

It had been seven years since Eve had first arrived as a frightened child in the home of House Bolton. She had been by Ramsay's side for seven years as he made her go everywhere with him. Now seventeen years of age, she had slowly outgrown her chubby frame. Her baby fat was now replaced by soft feminine curves and an ample chest and behind. Her face was still youthful, although the chubby cheeks of her childhood no longer remained. When she had turned eleven, Ramsay had insisted she wear her long blonde curls down, as her braided bun was an eyesore to him.

Over the course of seven years, Ramsay had slowly become more possessive. He refused to let her go anywhere without him as her escort…that was, if he let her go anywhere that she wanted in the first place. Much like he had been doing since childhood, he still dragged her to the dungeons and the forest. He was, if anything, more cunning and blood-thirsty than he had been at thirteen. Only now, he was a young man of twenty. And he would go off with strange women in the night and sometimes during the day. He would never tell Eve what he was doing, but in those moments, he allowed her to part from him—as long as she did not leave her room.

In the seven years, Ramsay had not allowed Eve to come in contact with anyone besides him. It was, after all, her sole duty to keep him entertained. So she followed his orders and spoke to no one. In those seven years, however, there was information that he had withheld from Eve—important information that he refused to spoil his blossoming toy with. He never informed her about intimacy or anything he thought would spark her interest in men. He reveled in keeping her ignorant; keeping her innocent to the world and everything that did not involve him. If she knew what men and women did together and what he did to women...she would try to leave him. It had been hard for him, to avoid the temptress that emerged before his very eyes in the girl he had raised as his toy. She was perfect—unaware and unspoiled. He needed her to be ignorant, so that she would not know what her body did to men when they saw her. He did not want her to know what her body did to him when he saw her—he wanted to be the one in power, he wanted her to stay innocent for as long as possible until she finally flowered…then he would have to at least tell his little creature then…and the look of horror on her face would be…so delightful.

Eve awoke in her bed, feeling rather sick as she felt pain in her abdomen. Slowly pushing her bed linens down, she was met with the sight of a large dark red stain at the center of her mattress. Oh Gods! I…I am dying! She desperately clutched at the fabric of her white sleeping dress, the length of the skirts also stained with deep red blood. Her inner thighs felt sticky and unpleasant as she franticly looked down in horror and saw blood caked on the white skin there. She was bleeding from…down there. She felt another aching pain strike through her abdomen as tears welled up in her eyes. I am dying…I am going to bleed to death! Panicking, she called out for the only person she had spoken to for the past seven years.

"R-Ramsay! Ramsay!" She sobbed as she called his name. His bedchambers had always been at the end of the hallway. She waited a few seconds before the doors to her chambers burst open and Ramsay's form entered, blue eyes immediately fixated on the large red stain on the front of her white nightgown. She was hysterical as she collapsed into a tiny heap on the ground, sniffling as she clutched her abdomen in pain.

"Ramsay, I am bleeding...I am going to bleed to death! And it hurts," She cried out more so as she eyed the blood stain on her gown one more, her soft mossy eyes brimming with tears. Ramsay grinned madly, amused by her ignorant innocence. She is a rather late bloomer. Ramsay had been waiting for this moment since she had turned thirteen, but years and years passed by as he had been starting to think she was infertile and she would never have her first moonblood. But now, the moment had arrived, and he was giddy with excitement at how he easily he could twist her perception of the situation. He put on a grave expression, kneeling down beside her shaking form as his hands came to rest on her shoulders.

"Yes, this is very serious indeed. You are bleeding from between the legs, yes?" He had to fight the mean-spirited smile that threatened to spread across his face as she nodded furiously, wide eyes looking up at him as she awaited his advisory.

"No Maester can help with this…Eve, you are going to bleed to death…There is no stopping it…I am sorry," As he spoke, the hope in her eyes was crushed as she began sobbing uncontrollably once more. She honestly thought she was going to die. Ramsay could not help but find the pitiful girl before him absurdly daft. It was his own doing, but her ignorance was quite incredible. Priceless, really. This was going just as he had planned. He put on a false look of reluctance as he pet her golden curls.

"Don't cry love. There is a cure for this ailment of yours. It will come during every cycle of the moon. But…I have something that will allow the bleeding to cease within a few days' time," Pale green eyes shone with tears as her beautifully gullible face looked up at him, desperate to hear how he could save her. He smiled.

"I love you, my little Eve, you know that, right?" He questioned her as she slowly nodded her head in agreement. He felt his cock harden. This was going to be fun.

"My little pet, you have been so obedient over the years…I do enjoy your company," He carried on with his speech, stroking her soft curls as he wiped a tear from her pillowy cheek. She was such a fool. But she was his fool.

"Do not be afraid…I will help you…But it will require you to be in a state of…undress," He fought to keep his eyes from trailing down her body as she gasped at his words. He needed to feign indifference. She looked doubtful now. Perhaps she is not as daft as I thought.

"…If I remove my nightgown, will you be able to save me? Please, Ramsay," She shyly shuffled out of her bloody dress, blushing and covering her breasts with both arms as she used the dress to shield her legs and the bloody spot between her legs from his sight. His cock twitched in its confinement as his eyes hungrily took in her pale supple flesh. She was looking down, so she could not see the savage desire that was evident in his hot gaze. He smiled cruelly as he decided to drag on her unknowing humiliation.

"It would also require me to undress as well…and I would have to…use this," He slowly motioned to the bulge within his trousers as her eyes met the sight of his arousal. She looked afraid, but he had trained her better than that. She shuffled nervously.

"Please Ramsay, anything! Just please help me. I do not wish to die so young," She begged him as she tore her eyes away from the sizeable bulge. This is just grand. He had her begging as she unknowingly was sealing her fate to lose her virtue to him…All because she was under the impression that she was going to die. She was utterly hopeless but his to play with. He decided perhaps he would take things slowly. I will not claim her maidenhead just yet… This was his idea of fun.

"I do not wish for you to die, either, my sweet. I will help you," He smiled down at her and she hugged him with all of her might.

"Thank you, Ramsay! I owe you my life!" She cried as she embraced him, her rounded naked breasts pushing against his chest as he fought off an aroused shudder. She was so soft. He couldn't wait to break her. But of course, this was a life or death situation…What ever shall we do? He eyed her pouty red lips, knowing exactly what he wanted first. He would save the best for last. He wanted to defile every last part of her before he reached the true essence of her womanhood. But he wanted that when she was not having her monthly blood. After all, he wanted to see her blood when he took her virtue. And he had waited seven long years. He was a patient man.

Hope you liked this chapter. There will be more to come! Ramsay is such a diabolical man. Always taking what he wants. Eve is kind of in a tough spot. Ramsay pretty much has her trained to follow him like a lap dog. Anyhow, please favorite and follow. I also enjoy reading reviews, thank you!