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Seems I am on a roll today. Here is Father Thomas from Mage.

No matter how much you scrubbed sometimes it would just not come off. Unfortunately sometimes it was necessary, he had a reputation to maintain and he couldn't let it slip.

An ear here, a finger there, it was all just business. He normally enjoyed these things but this time it had been annoying. No matter how many digits he broke, cut and ripped, he kept his cool. He had confessed his sins he said, he was prepared to meet his end and be welcomed by God.

Deep down that annoyed Michael Thomas, most people defied you at first, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed it so much. Watching as they fought back the tears, grunting as they tried to fight back the pain. They all eventually gave in though, giving you every dirty little secret they were keeping like some cheap hooker dropping her drawers at the sight of a fiver.

Not this one though, he refused to budge and just kept staring him in the eye. It just wasn't any fun.

His fingers were hurting from the srubbing, that shit wasn't going to come out for a while and it was all for nothing. He rolled down his sleeves, buttoning up his cuffs. He would have to just kill him, Dad wouldn't be pleased. He always hated it when his Son didn't follow in his footsteps.

That was it, just like he had family this guy must have some, somewhere.

Lets see how strong his faith is in the Almighty when his kid or wife was being cut up right in front of his eyes. The thought made him smile. Dad would be very pleased.

It looked like his inheritance was safe once again.