William stopped next to your cell, hitting the iron bars. He shook the keys teasingly, grinning. "Starving, hmm? Brat." His face scrunched up as he looked you over once more. The officer leaned a little closer to the bars. "Do I look tasty to you, huh? Devil." His voice changed to a terrifying whisper. "You'll get beat to d**th here. And oh, maybe someone will even taste you like you did with your victims."