A/N: I was musing on what would happen if Joffrey ordered Sandor to hit sansa… This little drabble is what I came up with. Hope you like.
"Punish her for me, Dog," Joffrey ordered.
Sandor had never loathed the boy as much as he did then, but he did as ordered. He stepped forward, and hit Sansa. He held back as much as he dared, but knew it was still more than enough to hurt her.
"Again," came the order.
He was glad when she didn't look at him. He kept his own expression carefully controlled. If the little bastard knew that this was the worst punishment he could inflict on Sandor, he'd order it again. Ever since helplessly burning under his brother's abuse, he hated abuse – and hated abusers ever worse. And now Joffrey had turned him into an abuser.
And once more, "Again."
They were silent as he escorted her back to her room. Glancing at her, he saw the new bruises starting to show. New bruises caused by his hands.
"I pictured him," Sansa said softly. "I didn't see you, I saw him. He caused me this pain." She felt she had to tell him that. To let him know that she didn't blame him for what he'd had to do. What Joffrey had ordered him to do.
"Thank you," Sandor said just as softly before opening her door for her so she could enter her room.
Their eyes locked for a moment – two victims sharing an understanding – then she went into the room, and he closed the door behind her.