He traced the sight, while his eyes didn't concentrate on the clear eyes. He noticed the candle approaching to him, in his hair and left side of the neck he felt the heat and the smell of wax. The orange flame was reflected in the white part of his eyes.
He left when the tip of some of his strands scorched at the end of the fire. The hair, earth, salt and dirt burned was not of greater pleasure for his nose. He threw backwards his back and instantly it was pulled to his old place by the chains.
"Don't get away. The closer you are the sooner you will dry."
The candle continued on his perimeter, descending. The sweltering heat grazed his shoulder and decreased the gap reaching the arm and the beginning of the elbow. He just watched, Ramsay held tight the chains, pinning and leaving him at his mercy.
His skin burned, the flame had no direct contact but the heat burned him slowly. Once, the occasion when he lit his first cigarette, he had burned the fingertips with the matchstick. It tormented him at first, however, this time the heat was increasing in the new seconds.
"Please... I haven't done anything wrong." His eyes were wet with the spread of the creation of tears. "Y-you told me that if I don't give you reasons... you wouldn't hurt me." So, during dinner the captain told him that the punishments only were supplied with reasons, he did not like to do it but it was necessary that dogs learn. "Please."
"Yes, you haven't done anything wrong, my sweet creature." Ramsay hissed. "You do not have to fear. I have no intention of hurting you."
Ramsay blew the flame, giving no hint of effort. The light breeze escaping from the thick lips managed to do that the fire collide with his skin, making him scream in purpose. Finally, when he extinguished the flame, he threw the candle on the floor. This rolled until it stoped on the legs of the table where were waiting the chicken bones.
"I will reward you for being so good."
The captain reached for the table, picking up the glass from the stem; his fingers were found on this then.
"It's for you." Ramsay said putting the cup under his chin. The sweet smell of fermented grape obstructed his nostrils and generated mouth-watering in him. "Drink."
Theon looked suspiciously the circumference at the mouth of the cup. The calyx gave him a little tap on his jaw before he drink it. The red wine gently wet his palate, marking a taste between acid and sweet in the tour of his throat.
The mouth was filled with a small sip, pausing when feeling his lips harsh and pursed. When returning to drink, he was introduced more liquid and therefore coughed. He wiped his mouth slowly at the time that Ramsay stealthy snatched the cup.
"I thank you, my Lord." He said with obligation, it was a simple game.
"You're welcome, my sweet creature." Part of the wine rested on the mouth of the captain. "I have something special for you."
The tongue outlined the opposite's thick lips with an excess of wine in the tip, dyeing the in a dim red. He felt the discomfort digging into his skin when Ramsay closed the distance between them, it was small and now almost non-existent.
"Special" He repeated softly. The word wasn't exciting for him.
His eyes the same way persecuted the hands of the captain, which settled between his neck. The lips of this also roamed part of his neck and jaw, focusing on his mouth.