"AAAAHHHH GOD GO AHEAD AND JUST KILL ME ALREADY!!!" the man helplessly screamed. "No, I don't intend on doing that. Not yet at least. You see, I knew you were scamming The Regal for weeks now. I just wanted to wait for the proper time to make my move." Artemis said as he took a flat-head screwdriver to the man's remaining toe-nails. "I haven't even drawn blood yet you pansy! And besides, do you see how yellow those things were? Honestly, I feel like we are doing you a favor here. No worries though, I intend to collect that debt as well." 

 Artemis's dark brown eyes almost seemed like black pits, devoid of any emotion. When he stared at someone for just a bit they would get uncomfortable. It had always been a useful tool for him. Hell, it's how he was able to open up his casino. He was a card shark. When he was growing up, he used to find his way into back-alley card games. He would win and it would often tick off those who didn't want to pay up. Artemis has had to physically collect his dues no matter where he went. He let out a sigh with that old thought recalling the good ole days. 
 
 That flashback in his thoughts sparked a genius idea in him. "The good ole days, indeed." he said rubbing his chin. "Huh!?" the man managed although Artemis knew he would be blacking out soon likely. "Every gambler has a sign, or a weakness. Yours is your greed. You would linger too long at my tables when they were hot. That's when I first started noticing you. You are good, I have to admit. I'm sorry I never caught your name?" Artemis added more sincerity to his tone than he had meant to. "My name? My name is GO TO HELL!" he screamed. 
 
 "Ah You are good I have to admit Gotto Ell, running the tables like you did." Artemis said. "But in blackjack, there is a system, professional players pick a play system and stick with it. You Gotto, on the other hand would hit and stay on 16's. You always seemed to know right when the dealer would or wouldn't bust. Your actions were ALWAYS the best you could make in your favor, even if it went against the system. That's when I started knowing something was wrong. Not just that you were hot on the cards but cheating as well. So I have sat back and watched you come in, each Wednesday, and walk out with thousands. Nothing too greedy to get attention, but enough that you lined your pockets well. So how much did you get away with Gotto?" 

 "My name is not Gotto," the man mumbled under his breath. Artemis was being very patient with this man, but he realized he had given him too much sincerity and that he needed to take back control of this situation. He quickly reached in the man's mouth and grabbed his tongue and with one swift motion sliced it clean off. "I thought you had said something, but silly me, it appeared it had just slipped right off of your tongue." With that, Artemis wiped his hands off on the mans shirt, resheathed his knife and started walking up the stairs. "Tony, James, put our friend Mr. Gotto in the rack and twist him 'til he pops. I am done with the niceties." He shut the door without waiting for a response. "Ah the good ole days," he thought to himself once more.