1734 I looked down at the knife protruding from my chest. He stabbed me, he actually stabbed me. He never went this far. "Why?" I whispered, as I cried. "Why would you do this?" He didn't answer just twisted the knife, before ripping it out. "You ever sneak food again, and I will kill you!" He snarled, before he looked at the disguised clones with interest. "You did good for once." He said, a look of approval on his face. As he led the clones away, they all gave me reassured pats on my arm, before I lost sight of them, and then I fell to the ground from the blood loss. If no one got to me in time I really would die. I was bleeding out too much. I lost consciousness and when I woke up it was to one of Thomas's workers using magic. He stopped when he saw I was awake. "D-d- "I won't tell him," I interrupted, as he helped me sit up in the bed. "What's your name?" "Percival Pott, Ms. Oadham." He said, noddin
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