She tried to hide her terror as the knife carved through her flesh. An ugly face adorned by wormy lips and a cruel and lecherous smile had her waking up screaming in horror almost unable to breathe. It took her a few moments to remember that she had escaped her tormentor. She slowly managed to calm down, but she now acutely felt the chilly air. The two hatchlings nested at her feet were watching her with concern. Sansa attempted to get warm again and fall asleep under the covers but, try as she may, every time she closed her eyes, the thrice-cursed face of Ramsay Snow appeared in her mind and chilled her insides. And it was still dark outside.