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Your grip remains firm around his neck as they squirm. "PLEASE!...I..I'll do...ANY...THING" the miserable being chokes. "Anything?" you sneer, "What makes you think you'll be any use to me?" "I...I caa...I caaan...maake..thi..." with that last pitiful expression their struggles slow. You think they may just be unconscious, though it's doubtful they will remain alive much longer if you continue throttling them. It's a shame, you had hoped to draw out their pain for longer. Of course you don't care very much, you hate this despicable creature. Though having a lackey might be handy, especially since you have little understanding of where you are, or even who you are. You ponder this for a moment before finally making your choice.