Chapter 1
Phil a boy from Casanova who knew nothing but abuse and violence his whole life, his father who was a happy craftsman inflicted most of this to him through many treacherous acts but one most cruel was when he used a iron rod to beat him. He would heat up the rod by the fire making sure to insulate it and use his gloves to hold it before beating Phil, he would make sure he's chained up and unable to move.
Phil unable to express his distress to anyone felt powerless to his unfair and cruel ways of his father, over time this caused a great anger to boil inside him questioning this judgement brought upon him unfairly. One day though he made up a plan to get back for the pain inflicted upon him. One day while his father was away he prepared everything it was now to wait for his father to come back which by night he did. As he came through the door the house was in so much mess, in fury he ran down stairs shouting "Phil!!" to find and inflict his daily pain on his son.
Not seeing him anywhere he checked down stairs in the basement, he tried to turn on the light switch but to his surprise it didn't work but in the dark he heard swift steps and "clang" he felt something struck him so hard he fell down and barely could get up, before he could comprehend what to do he was struck again and again and again and again and again and again and again Phil beating his father too weak to even breath laid him up and chained him up with the same chains he was chained up with and with no words spoken no questions asked hit him again and again and again and again not until he was tired but until his skin was unrecognizable and was satisfied with what he had done. After this though he turned his attention to the rod in hopes of breaking it but to no avail could not. Through this consuming wrath and anger he looked more keenly
at the rod and asked why he so consumed with "rage" towards it then it appealed to him against this is only a tool that only is done or what the welder of it commands it to do. It caused me great pain but without it fault it has no will or voice or heart to give it reason to do something or suggest what is right or wrong or its own knowledge. Such a thing meaning let not my anger be against what is innocent and of no intentional affliction to me for instead of who afflicted me with the knowledge and understanding of these deeds let mine anger fall upon such and not unjustly
