Re: Rose
That always seemed to be what people did when they first woke. Struggled against their bounds, cursed, screamed, cried out for help. A different combination between each party, yet every single one of them reacted the same. When would Alastair be offered something different? Something more thrilling? When would one of them escape and make a run around, giving those lazy minions of his something to do beyond play watchdog? He did enjoy having an audience to his work, but it was far more entertaining when things went unexpectedly. Mostly because Alastair knew that he would win.
"Don't waste your energy, little one," he warned, moving away from his cart and over to the girl strapped to the table. Alastair calmly examined the knife in his grasp, looking down at Rose with that same interest he had expressed with the others. "You're strapped in for the ride. Fighting would be a waste of time." She probably wouldn't listen. They never did.
"Ah, introductions." He cleared his throat, extending a hand in almost a formal manner. Rose couldn't move to shake even if she might have wanted to, but that didn't stop Alastair from doing so. "Alastair. And you are?"