If the wooden sword had a point, it would have emerged between his buttcheeks.

When Yoren pulled her off him, Hot Pie was spread out on the ground with his breeches brown and rancid, crying as Arya whapped him again and again. "Enough," the dark sibling thundered, prying thestick blade from her fingers. "You need to kill the idiot?" When Lommyfurthermore, some others began to screech, the elderly person turned on them as well. "Close your mouths, or I'll close them for you. Any more of this, I'll tie you behind the carts and drag you to the wall. " He spat. "What's more, that goes two times for you, Arry. You go with me, kid. Presently. " They were all seeing her, even the three bound and manacled in the back of the cart. The fat one snapped his sharp teeth together and murmured, but Arya disregarded him. The elderly person hauled her well off the street into a knot of trees, revilingfurthermore, mumbling meanwhile. In the event that I had a thimble o' sense, I would've left you the Lord's Arrival. "You hear me, kid?" He generally growled at that word,placing a nibble in it so she would be sure to hear it. "Loosen your breeches, pull them down. Go on, there's nobody here to see. Do it. " Gloomily, Aryadid, as he said. "Around there, against the oak. Indeed, similar to that. " She wrapped her arms around the storage compartment and squeezed her face against the harsh wood. "You!" you shout. "You shout clearly," Arya thought obstinately, but when Yoren laid the wood against In any case, the rear of her uncovered thighs, the scream burst out of her. "Do you believe that?" he said. "Attempt this one." The stick came whistling. Arya yelled once more, grasping the tree to hold it back from falling. "One more." She hung on tight, biting her lip and wincing when she heard it coming. The stroke made her leap and cry. I won't cry, she thought, I will not do that. I'm a distinct of Winterfell. Our sigil is the direwolf. Direwolves don't cry. She could feel a small stream of blood running down her left leg. Her thighs and cheeks were on fire with torment. "Maybe I certainly stand out enough to be noticed now," Yoren said. You hear me? "Next time you take that stick to one of your siblings, you'll get two times what you gave. Presently cover yourself. " They're not my siblings, Arya thought as she twisted to yank up herbreeches, yet she knew not to say as much.