Son of a Witch

"...no," he relented, frowning at the floor. Billy forced himself to push past the ache in his arms, telling himself it was all over after these last few. Each one felt like he'd never be able to push himself up again, muscles protesting, and more than once he collapsed without meaning to.

"What's- nn- what's your name? What do I call you?" Billy asked, trying to distract himself.