Without any verbal warning, the trap door beneath Sansa swung open. The table she'd been forced to stand on went clatering against the gallows, and she felt a fresh surge of terror run through her as she realised she was in for a short drop. She'd dangle on the noose for minutes, her agony entertainment for the crowd.

Piss exploded out of her now, her new terror turning a trickle into a stream. She writhed and kicked in the air, to the amusement of the crowd. The wolfwhisltes and jeers of the crowd filled her mind - as did the other sounds, the sounds of sex.

"When she's dead, you can fuck her all you like!" Shouted Joffery, and Sansa felt more tears stain her blindolf.