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Tainted (a Fanfiction Story based on Game of Thrones Series) 13
Warning: This chapter contains strong/mature language which are not suitable for young readers.
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Chapter 13: Hate
When Jon and Racy were already inside the chamber, he grabbed the girl-slave's arm and hardly slammed her on the chamber wall. Letting out his uncontrolled anger towards her. Racy was startled and her eyes were full of fright.
"Set me free, my Lord. Please don't hurt me." she whimpered. She tried to wrenched of herself free from his grasp.
"What were you still doing there? You were really that stubborn and dumb to disobey me and my command." grim and hate were reflected in Jon's eyes.
"I was wrong, my Lord. Please forgive me. It was not of my intention to stay there for long and talked to someone whom I was not familiar of.."
Her voice trembled. She struggled to keep her tears from falling.
But never did her eyes concealed her true feelings for this man. Even if he would keep on hurting her, the love and admiration she felt towards him had never changed a bit. She let out a soft cry when Jon had angrily punched his fist on the hard wall. It seemed all of his hatred towards her was deviated at the wall itself.
"Stop, my Lord. Please, stop! You will hurt yourself!"
She pleaded and cried for him.
He had finally freed her from his grasp.
Racy helplessly stumbled on the floor. She couldn't help herself but to let out a painful sob. It was too wretched and heartbreaking.
Why do you always have to hurt me, Jon Snow? When all I really wanted was, you, to stop hating and not blaming me of my father's sin?
She had longed to screamed it out loudly to Jon's face, but she knew it was to no avail because she was already judged by her father's sin.
Instead, she curled-up herself and cried silently, let her tears fell freely from her eyes. She never cared of Jon who went froze and stared at her.
He was mad! furiously mad at her, he wanted to hurt her. But he couldn't because something had restrained him from doing it. That instant when he was about to hurt her, the girl-slave looked at him. Memory had suddenly flashed on his mind. He had already hurt her before. The North Nobles and his Northsmen had bared witness of his cruelty to the girl-slave. And it never gave him peace since then....
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Chapter 13: Hate
When Jon and Racy were already inside the chamber, he grabbed the girl-slave's arm and hardly slammed her on the chamber wall. Letting out his uncontrolled anger towards her. Racy was startled and her eyes were full of fright.
"Set me free, my Lord. Please don't hurt me." she whimpered. She tried to wrenched of herself free from his grasp.
"What were you still doing there? You were really that stubborn and dumb to disobey me and my command." grim and hate were reflected in Jon's eyes.
"I was wrong, my Lord. Please forgive me. It was not of my intention to stay there for long and talked to someone whom I was not familiar of.."
Her voice trembled. She struggled to keep her tears from falling.
But never did her eyes concealed her true feelings for this man. Even if he would keep on hurting her, the love and admiration she felt towards him had never changed a bit. She let out a soft cry when Jon had angrily punched his fist on the hard wall. It seemed all of his hatred towards her was deviated at the wall itself.
"Stop, my Lord. Please, stop! You will hurt yourself!"
She pleaded and cried for him.
He had finally freed her from his grasp.
Racy helplessly stumbled on the floor. She couldn't help herself but to let out a painful sob. It was too wretched and heartbreaking.
Why do you always have to hurt me, Jon Snow? When all I really wanted was, you, to stop hating and not blaming me of my father's sin?
She had longed to screamed it out loudly to Jon's face, but she knew it was to no avail because she was already judged by her father's sin.
Instead, she curled-up herself and cried silently, let her tears fell freely from her eyes. She never cared of Jon who went froze and stared at her.
He was mad! furiously mad at her, he wanted to hurt her. But he couldn't because something had restrained him from doing it. That instant when he was about to hurt her, the girl-slave looked at him. Memory had suddenly flashed on his mind. He had already hurt her before. The North Nobles and his Northsmen had bared witness of his cruelty to the girl-slave. And it never gave him peace since then....
