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William’s breath hitches, the cold metal pressed firmly against his throat. He shudders, a cold sweat running down his chin.

“What do you want? Money? Food? Weapons?”

He chuckles, the blade pressing into the soft layer of skin; Blood trickling down his neck.

“Go on, do it. You’re nothing but weak. You won’t get anything from me, you’re nothing.” He growls.