Chapter 7 Just Mercy Novels & Stories

And somewhere behind them, in a cell with gray walls and a toilet without a seat, Mira Black stared at the ceiling and wondered if anyone was coming to save her. --- End of Chapter Seventy-One.

“Time can tolerate a great deal. It tolerates chaos. It tolerates suffering. It tolerates death, endlessly. What it does not tolerate is obstruction.” My stomach tightens. “So I’m an obstruction.” Mercy doesn’t smile. “You’re worse. You are a point it can’t smooth.” I think of the battlefield. Of the wrongness I felt when the moment repeated. Of the way my body seemed to know where it would break before it did. I think of the clock hand pausing. “How do you know,” I ask. Mercy’s eyes flick to Eliza, then back to me. “Because I’ve seen anchors before,” she says. “And I’ve seen what time does to the people who love them.”

He had loved me even when I was unlovable. And now, as Joe knelt before me in chains, I finally understood the depth of that gift. Death would have been mercy for men like these. Living was the truer sentence, the slow gnaw of chains, the constant scrape of stone, and the rot of their own filth clinging to their skin. To breathe every hour in the same shadows where they had left me, knowing no dawn would ever come without my consent, this was justice. They were already carrying their penance on their hollowed faces.

If there was any justice in the world, what was about to happen to me was the greatest injustice. I didn’t want to die! “PLEASE!” “Shut up, bitch!” The stinky one screeched, his accent as heavy as the smell of smoke on his breath. They dragged me out of the ruin like I was nothing. Strung me up between them like the catch of the day, cuffing me until my blood supply to my hands was cut off. My legs were duck taped together until every movement rubbed my skin raw. I continued to scream until my throat was dry, keeping the hope in my heart that whoever the shadow I’d seen was, he would return and do the right thing.

I raised my hand and showed him the one already sparkling on my finger—bigger and more dazzling than his. "Why would I ever give up this ring for you?" I scoffed. He crumpled, like all the life had drained out of him. He sank to the ground, mumbling to himself, "How could this happen? You gave up on me?" Lynn burst in, looking frantic.

And still, something inside me ignited. I sobbed. “Stop! Jeremiah!” He didn’t listen. And something inside me burned hotter than pain, far more superior than my sane thoughts. “You don’t deserve my mercy or my fucking cock. You only deserve to be punished and taught a lesson.” ____ A. Gupta

“Sera, can you stop being so unreasonable? Angela’s just a young girl. Why are you so jealous? She’s lying on the roadside, hurt. Do you expect me to ignore her? I’m not as cold-blooded as you!” He kicked me out of the car without the slightest care. My phone was broken, so calling a cab wasn’t even an option. The rainstorm came fast and furious, trapping me at a tiny bus stop. The wound began to ache sharply as a chill rose in my heart. I never thought that, in this lifetime, I would cry over two dollars. Humbled and drenched, I had no choice but to accept a stranger’s charity to make it home. By the time I reached the house, the rain had stopped, but my heart had completely turned cold.

Chapter 16 No Mercy NIA’S POV "You disgust me!" "I just hate to see your face so much!" "How did you even end up here!" The ladies kept saying as they kicked me all at once with no mercy. I lay there on the cold floor, crying my eyes out while using my weak hands to protect my head. But that didn't stop the pain from reaching my core. I'm their frustration bin. I do not need to do anything wrong for them to come at me. It feels like somebody has opened the gates of hell since the beginning of today. I have been hammering left and right.

I promise that I'm a changed man and I will never hurt anyone again. Tanya scoffed, "mercy? Did you say mercy? What about when I begged you to let me go? When I begged you to not force me into such a horrible life, did you listen to my pleas? did you have mercy on me? No, you didn't, you were only concerned about your selfish needs, forgetting that a time will come for you to reap what you sow.

Kamara legs shakes in fear and cold, as she stare at the ground with her very blurry vision. "You have just two days Kamara. Just two days! If you do not do what I want, I will end your life" |••••••••••••|•••••••••••••|•••••••••|•• This is the end of chapter 71 guys. I am loving the twists and everything. I hope you are enjoying it to? Kindly drop a comment after every read. Also endeavor to vote for my book. I love you all.