<div align="center"><em>Christine</em></div><br/>The redhead tried to pull at the rope, but it only earned a whimper from her as it yanked at her hair. Breathing hard in irritation, she was surprised when the lady of the house, obviously Alistair's mother, spoke to her and then kissed her suddenly on the lips. She was too shocked to return the embrace, although she did blush. When the beautiful blonde spoke up, something about her voice struck Christine as shady...although her words were nice. The musician from earlier, Cyril, and Valentine...Alistair's younger brother...were all there, and some maids and slaves began filing in. The slaves were so obedient...so demure...so docile. It almost pained her to look at them. They honestly expected her to be like them someday? Not bloody likely.<br/><br/>Alistair barked out a possessive defense to Victoria, and Christine rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>"I am not yours, and I will not position myself in that way."<br/><br/>Luckily the lady told him not to have her do that, and she was glad...although she saw the way that he kissed his mother. Absolutely wrong. Shuddering, she closed her eyes until it was over, and then opened them to see a muscular man walk in and speak to the Lady of the house, as well as a footman and slave. She smiled at the beautiful girl, but was quickly reminded of her own predicament. A man in a flashy uniform appeared, and she watched silently as the group of nobility and others mingled. She felt some eyes on her, but she figured it was because she looked so ridiculous. She didn't know if the heir would take her over to the other slaves, but this was awful either way.<br/><br/>Staring up at Alistair, she imagined all the ways she could disembowel him...