Will's face went white, and he wanted to cling to the Sheriff and not let him do it, but he restrained himself, his hands like claws on the table. Nottingham would only hate that more. "No- No please, I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't- I'll say it again, I'll say it a hundred times, I won't touch myself I swear- Just please- please-" Panic was rising in his chest and he wanted to throw up, and he slid off his chair and fell to his knees in the customary position. "Hit me instead. Please hit me instead."