Fear accompanied Ramsay day and night. Ramsay could hear Reek's incessant wails from the nearby room. Gendry and the taxi soldiers brought them to a secluded mansion, where everyone was scattered into different rooms. The Bolton's sworn men were not tortured; only Reek was beaten round after round.
Ramsay finally felt that being hidden in The Dreadfort by Roose was a good thing, so he wouldn't suffer humiliation Across the Narrow Sea.
"I will definitely repay this a hundredfold," Ramsay thought. He thought of Gendry's handsome and beautiful face. Only by trampling on such beautiful things could he feel more joy. The House Stark, House Greyjoy, he wanted to trample and destroy them. But how to repay this? He needed to leave here and return to his The Dreadfort.
Ramsay began to worry about not killing Reek in time. Reek knew all the evil deeds he had done because the two of them were always inseparable.
In the room where sunlight shone, the smell of blood, gunpowder herb ointment, and stench seemed to solidify, making it hard for people to open their eyes. Reek was tied to a chair, bound tightly.
In the small and bloody room, there were various torture instruments: pliers, axes, Iron Hammer, wooden sticks, serrated blades, whips, and a stove. Four interrogators held various torture instruments.
"Now, can you talk about your affairs?" Maester Qyburn, sitting behind the small table, looked at Reek, who was covered in wounds. Qyburn was very tall with a slightly hunched back. There were many wrinkles around his protruding blue eyes, and his gray hair outnumbered the white strands. A smile always hung on his lips.
In the eyes of others, Qyburn might just be a kind old man, but in Reek's eyes, he was a demon.
"Reek, Reek doesn't know anything. Reek is Lord Ramsay's servant," Reek spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, having had several teeth knocked out, but still not opening his mouth.
"Look at yourself, Reek," Qyburn ordered. Gendry didn't let him touch Ramsay, but there were no such concerns for Reek.
"Lord Ramsay, Lord Roose, save me! I am your poor servant," Reek wailed.
Reek saw that these people didn't take Ramsay seriously, and thought of Bolton. Reek's voice was intermittent. "I am from House Bolton, Roose, Lord Roose, will not let you go."
"Good Child, as long as you speak, I will give you a quick death."
A burly interrogator stepped forward. Reek's arms were already fixed on the chair. The interrogator began to pull out Reek's fingernails one by one with pliers, and blood flowed out. The interrogators beat Reek while applying Myr gunpowder herb ointment to his wounds.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Reek shouted, using his last strength. "Kill me, kill me."
"If you don't open your mouth, it will be the third finger," Qyburn said, looking at Reek as the interrogators moved forward with the pliers radiating cold light.
"If you still don't speak, we will torture your Lord Ramsay, and you will still have to speak," Qyburn smiled, a terrifying chill in his smile.
"No, don't hurt Lord Ramsay, don't hurt him, I'll talk..." Reek lowered his head. These people had no scruples, and the Mercenary King was even more fierce than Stark.
The interrogators thoughtfully poured him a little warm potion to allow Reek to narrate completely.
Reek spoke of those things he knew, the process of getting to know Ramsay, and those bad things they did together.
"Young Master Ramsay is Lord Roose's Child. His mother was the wife of a miller on the Weeping Willow River. Lord Roose raped the miller's wife and killed the miller because the miller did not report to him about marrying a wife. Lord Roose said he trampled on his right of the first night," Qyburn listened to Reek's words.
Reek dared not mention bastard and bastard, because as soon as these two words were spoken, Ramsay would go crazy. Although Ramsay was not present, Reek still dared not say it.
"Continue, Reek," Qyburn said.
"Yes, sir. Lord Roose didn't care about Young Master Ramsay at all at first, only giving some money when the miller's wife came to The Dreadfort, and then sending me to them," Reek continued.
"Explain in detail! Why did you return to The Dreadfort?" Bringing a bastard back to The Dreadfort, it seems House Bolton also had some twists and turns.
"It was Young Master Domeric. Young Master Domeric was originally an Attendant in the Vale. The young master envied others for having brothers, so he searched for his brother along the Weeping Willow River, even though Lord Roose scolded him many times, telling his son not to do this. But Young Master Domeric still brought Young Master Ramsay back, and then Young Master Domeric got sick and died."
"kinslayer," Qyburn sighed. Ramsay's extermination plan was too vicious. Domeric's good intentions ruined his own life.
"I want to know all your affairs," Qyburn continued to ask. Roose was fortunate to have such a cruel and savage bastard. "What does Young Master Ramsay like to do the most?"
"Young Master Ramsay likes to put naked girls into the Bolton's forest, and then hunt them with a pack of ferocious hounds. For those girls who made him feel comfortable and happy, after he had his way with them, he would also let them die quickly, and then skin their corpses. To 'commemorate' such girls, he would name the dogs after them," every word Reek said made Qyburn feel somewhat uncomfortable. Qyburn had also been involved in human experiments before, but he used death row inmates, while Ramsay was blatantly obliterating lives.
"What about those who don't cooperate?" Qyburn continued to ask.
"As for those women who cried, begged for mercy, and refused to run away, they would still be raped—sometimes by him, sometimes by The Hounds, sometimes together—and then skinned alive. All the human skin collections were brought back to The Dreadfort as trophies," Reek continued. "Young Master Ramsay likes skinning. He said that skinning is when he enjoys it the most. This is the characteristic of House Bolton."
"You speak very well. Then what about you, Good Child? Do you have a role in Young Master Ramsay's games?" Qyburn looked at Reek.
"Young Master Ramsay and I are inseparable. I have always served him. Young Master Ramsay would let me enjoy it too, sometimes with living women, sometimes with dead women, before they were skinned," Reek replied with reminiscence.
The interrogators' faces were also turning increasingly grim. Speaking of perverts, these bad things from the skinning family were indeed bad to the bone.
"Explain clearly about the girls who were victims of your perverted behavior, now!" Qyburn stepped forward and pinched Reek's face. He wanted to crush this dead thing's stinky face, but not now.
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