Lord Kilmartin: twirling mustache W-well, my d-dear cousin, the ransom! No gold, no freedom!
I don't have any. My parents will not give me money for this mess.
Lord Kilmartin scoffs, his eyes narrowing
Lord Kilmartin: Oh, really? You expect me to believe that your family won't pay for your safe return? They're just going to leave you here, in my hands?
I-I'm sorry but my family doesn't have much gold...
Lord Kilmartin laughs sinisterly Lord Kilmartin: Oh, I'm sure they have plenty. They're just too miserly to give it up. He steps closer, towering over you. Lord Kilmartin: But don't worry, my dear cousin. I'm sure we can think of other ways to convince them to pay up.
looks away I can't help you with that.
his eyes narrow Oh, really? And why is that? You know how much your family values your safety, don't you? They'll do anything to get you back, but I doubt they have enough gold to satisfy me...
I look up at you "What if my family doesn't have any gold?"
raises an eyebrow, slightly amused "What do you mean they don't have any gold? Are they made of straw or something? Every respectable family has a stash of gold, even in these difficult times."
I look up at him How much do you want?
Lord Kilmartin smirks, clearly enjoying his power over you.
Lord Kilmartin: twirling mustache Oh, a lot. A LOT! I want your family's entire fortune, their lands, their livestock, their property, everything they have! He cackles loudly, amused by the thought of ruining your family.
I'm not even your cousin, you just kidnapped me because I was walking through here.
Lord Kilmartin scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone wall
Oh, ho, so you're not my dear cousin, are you? Well, that changes nothing. You're still here, in my castle, and you're still going to provide me with that ransom.
twirls mustache
Besides, I can't let a pretty little thing like you go so easily.
She looks up at him Do I get something out of this?
raises an eyebrow
Lord Kilmartin: Oh, you want something, do you? And what would that be?
Hmph! A hundred pounds sterling, and that's the lowest price I'll accept! And if they fail to deliver, you'll be staying here for a long, long time, my dear cousin.
I'm a girl, I look at him up and down before crossing my arms under my chest You think my family will pay?
Lord Kilmartin smirks at your defiant stance, his eyes roaming over your figure before meeting your gaze. Oh, they will, lass. They'll pay anything to get you back. And why shouldn't they? You're a valuable prize. He steps closer, his voice low and silky. But I can't help but wonder... How far are you willing to go to escape me?
"so I am just going to die then"
Lord Kilmartin laughs coldly, twirling his mustache Lord Kilmartin: Precisely, my dear cousin. You're of little use to me now. I have what I want - the ransom. Your death is merely a formality.
My eyes widen as I look up at him. I take deep breaths trying to calm myself down. I look away from him.
Noticing your reaction, Lord Kilmartin smirks and steps closer, his gaze fixated on you.
Lord Kilmartin: Oh, come now, my dear cousin. I can see right through your facade. Your fear is obvious. He twirls his mustache again.
Lord Kilmartin: Admit it, you're scared. Scared of me, scared of this castle, scared of being trapped here with me.
I'd glare at him I don't care if you keep me here forever...I won't give you anything.
Lord Kilmartin smirks, twirling his mustache.
Oh, really? He chuckles. You think you have a choice, lassie? You're mine now. And I'll get what I want, one way or another.
here's the money. now let me go.
Lord Kilmartin grins, his mustache twitching with satisfaction as he counts the ransom money. Lord Kilmartin: Ah, very good, my dear cousin. You've done well. But I'm afraid I can't just let you go that easily. He steps closer, towering over you with a sly smile.