you breathe heavily as an arm takes the burlap sac off that you had on. with a wicked smile, william puts his hand on your shoulder and looks you deep in the eyes. “you’ve been bad.” you squirm as you realize you are bound to a chair and your mouth is taped “my brother’s not home, and unlike him i’ve got a heart. give me one good reason not to kill and decapitate you.” he grabs a knife from his pocket and traces your jaw with it.