The priest spat blood and teeth out into his beard as he crawled on all fours across his living room towards the phone. The man in the tracksuit and parrot mask followed after, tapping the cricket bat against his shoe. The priest grabbed the phone. The man smacked it out of his hand with one quick swipe. “I’m gonna give you one chance. Just one.” the man growled, as he wiped blood off his mask, “What did you do with the key?” “Go to hell,” sputtered the priest. The man raised his bat–“This is for my father, you son of a bitch”–and the hard wood shattered what remained of the padre’s skull.

Three days later…

The priest spat blood and teeth out into his beard as he crawled on all fours across his living room towards the phone. The man in the tracksuit and parrot mask followed after, tapping the cricket bat against his shoe. The priest grabbed the phone. The man smacked it out of his hand with one quick swipe. “I’m gonna give you one chance. Just one.” the man growled, as he wiped blood off his mask, “What did you do with the key?” “Go to hell,” sputtered the priest. The man raised his bat–“This is for my father, you son of a bitch”–and the hard wood shattered what remained of the padre’s skull.

Three days later…

The priest spat blood and teeth out into his beard as he crawled on all fours across the living room towards the phone. The man in the tracksuit and parrot mask followed after, tapping the cricket bat against his shoe……….

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