Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

“Please, Lorenzo. Just help me. Help my family. You’re the only one who can help us right now. Please.” I didn’t know what was so funny but Lorenzo chuckled. “Surely, you can do better than that.” This man wasn’t just cruel. He was sick. Was he that happy to see me beg? It didn't matter though. “I’ll do anything,” I uttered without a second thought and I wasn’t kidding. I would do anything he wanted if he could help me. “I’ll do whatever you want, please. Just save my family.” “Anything, huh?” I nodded desperately, not caring how dangerous my words were. “Anything, Mr. Rossi.”

“ Please Sir. Make me cum first.” I am embarrassing. I didn’t know that one day, I will be the one who will do the begging but the desperation and heat of my body is too much to ignore. My pleading eyes is looking at him and begging for mercy. I tried to display myself so that he will not leave me here. “ Five minutes.”

I struggled but it did not do much. "Please," I asked, not really knowing what I was begging for. My heart was in my throat and I felt tears slipping down my cheeks. He put me behind him and walked over to Cain, as I took a step forward I fell down not being able to get up again. It was the same blank feeling Cain used to put me through. "I will drag you through hell before I will give you the mercy to die." He bent down to Cains face. "But tonight you will watch her become mine, and you will see how foolish you where to ever try to make her yours. "

I used the last strength left in me to try to beg for mercy. No one came to my rescue still. I was on my knees with my head placed on the door with tears sliding down my cheeks. I couldn’t do anything about my situation. All I wanted was some life, but even that Papa deprived me of it. All I wanted was to have a life where I could move around without the fear of being kidnapped or even killed just because of the sins of my father.

My father requested with his shaky voice, "Show some mercy.” "None of you deserve it," He growled, "Be grateful that I am taking your lives soon as possible because if I want, I could put you through so much that you both would have begged for death, not mercy.” Bang! The bullet hit dad in his arm and a scream ripped through his throat. The white tiled floor was covered in both of their blood only. They were begging for mercy, crying in pain and misery, helplessly praying again and again for their lives but alas! They weren't going to make it alive.

Fiona’s POV Beg for mercy? Not a fucking chance in hell. I’ve begged for mercy so many times all my life that the words have lost their meaning. My life was like an endless abyss, a pit I can never crawl out of, no matter how much I claw at the sides. No matter how much I begged for it to be over. Hopeless. That’s the word, isn’t it? That’s what this is. This existence. It was something I’d never wish an enemy. The utter feeling of hopelessness and despair. The constant alertness that came with it all was truly disheartening.

She sobbed as she embraced me tightly. Broken again, broken one more time in this endless and long existence of mine, filled with pain and darkness—never-ending darkness. But this time round, they broke me one time too many. I have no choice but to do the only thing that one who lost everything can do. I begged with a whisper through the stream of the tears which soaked my old body, wrecked with wrinkles, fractures and lacerations. I begged them to stop as the lump in my throat became bigger, threatening to suffocate me. I begged for mercy. Now, I am broken and frail, physically and emotionally, tired of life and ready to surrender. I don’t have any willpower or reason left to endure more, n

He also dropped to his knees and begged me for mercy and forgiveness. "Mr. Bradford! I'm just a fucking loser who didn't know any better! Please just forget about me and have mercy on me!" They looked like they were in a grovelling contest as they begged at my feet. It was truly an amusing sight to see. A long while later, I spoke coldly. "You're both acting as though I'm some kind of monster who'd kill without blinking. Did I ever say that I was going to take any of your lives?"

I pressed harder, pinning him against the wall, my face inches from his. “Beg,” I snarled, my voice barely human. Elijah’s hands clawed weakly at my wrist, his strength sapped from days of captivity. “Please…” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Have mercy…” “Mercy?” A dark, humorless laugh escaped me. “You want mercy? Did you show my son mercy when you ordered his death?” I twisted my claws deeper, eliciting another strangled groan from him. “Did you even hesitate?”

As a sign of surrender, I slowly raised my hands. "P—please don't hurt me," I stuttered. I was taken aback when he pressed the gun even harder against my head. Just a single touch of his gun will most likely mean the end of my life. "You won't get hurt if you don't fight back, so walk!" he yelled at me. I opened the kitchen door, praying with each step that someone would come to my aid. What I have in mind now is that Axel will help me, but I have lost hope that he will still come for me tonight because I am just a worthless person to him. Besides, he had no idea that my life was in danger right now.