Begging Me For Mercy Novels & Stories

I couldn't help digging my nails into the flesh of my palm to control myself from crying or turning into an emotional mess here. He didn't deserve to see me cry. I bent low to pick up the little piece of paper in my tote bag and got up to my feet feeling the cheap heels I got pinch into my feet. I smoothed my dress down and pushed my Chestnut brown hair away from my face and took large gulps of air. This is the very last time I will ever beg for his mercy. All my mother wanted was a chance for recognition and he had treated her with disdain. I will never beg for his mercy ever again.

I murmured, barely audible. “Because soon… you’ll be the ones begging for mercy.” And this time, I wouldn't stop until the entire underworld was mine. No exceptions.

That this isn’t a job—it’s penance, and no matter how cruel he is or how hard this gets, I deserve every second of it? I can’t. So I slip into my own head instead, let the silence stretch while Renee waits on the other end. Because I owe him this. The very least I can do is not give up on him the way everyone else has. Because seeing it on the news was one thing, but witnessing what it actually did to him, seeing him suffer every single day, knowing my family caused all of it—I can’t walk away from that. I won’t. “Cass? You still there?”

I was doomed. I immediately got to my knees, not caring that I fell with so much force that it could bruise my knees for a while. I felt filthy. Unworthy before the Lord. But I pleaded for forgiveness anyway. It was all because of the pills. “God of mercy and compassion, look with pity upon me. Father, let me call thee Father, 'tis thy child returns to thee. Lord, I ask for mercy, let me not implore in vain.”

“P-please, don’t. Please… D-Dante…” He crouched down in front of me and as I met his dark gaze, he said, “It’s amazing how you think I’ll save you when I am the one most hungry for revenge.” He grabbed my face, his fingers squeezing my cheeks. “But I’ll give you that, keep trying to beg me for mercy, keep trying to get my forgiveness and I might actually take pity on you.”

He was begging. "Please," he begged. "Please. I'll do anything. I'll give you anything. Just let me live. Just let me go." I smiled. It was cold. Empty. "You should have thought of that before you sold me. Before you killed my father. Before you destroyed my life. Before you took everything from me." "Please—" "You don't get to beg, Marcus. You don't get to plead. You don't get mercy. Not from me. Not after everything you've done."

“The first step is to beg for mercy.” I looked at Lucien, under the moonlight he looked even more real and solidified and it sent a chill down my heart. I looked at the graves again, if begging for mercy would give me back my sanity then I don't mind. I kowtowed in front of the graves and I pleaded for mercy. When I was done I raised my head and looked at Lucien, his eyes piercing into my soul as he spoke,

“I…I came to ask you for mercy, Your Majesty.” The corner of his lips quivered in a faint smile as he rose to his feet and took several casual steps toward me. “Mercy?” He said it like it was a foreign word. “Why should I grant mercy to a pack that has offered me nothing but defiance?” I hung my head, tears pricking my eyes. "They're suffering," I whispered. "The elders, the workers... even the children. They're starving. They're breaking under the weight of it all. Please, Greg, stop this."

I plead. He could — I know he could. End my pathetic life in mere seconds, and I would be only a memory. I had done too much, sacrificed too much to have my life cut short by an axe. I don’t want to die. He suddenly starts laughing above me. It’s wicked and senile, the way it sounds. I don’t dare look up. My eyes water with tears pouring out of them, hot molten tears, while I plead for mercy. “YES! This is where you belong, on the filthy ground, begging for mercy at my feet!” He chuckles louder with his deep baritone echoing in his chest. "Beg for your pathetic life that I can end in an instant, and maybe...”

He looked down on me, smiling “Oh I see.” My cheeks flushing, “Of course I am not asking for you-“ He grabbed me and pinned me down making his way already down there. “I seriously was not-“ I tried to protest. “Mmm, yeah sure you weren’t.” he said, eyes already hazy. Then he said darkly “You can thank the heavens we are so far from everyone. Because I am going to make you say my name and beg for mercy.” I looked down at him and shook my head. “I won’t ever beg for mercy, only for more.” A hungry grin came across his face and without warning he bent his head down.