Novel & Cerita Giyus Punishment

Without hesitation, he smashed them against Yannis' head. Once, twice—blood slowly seeped out. With each strike, he felt a fraction of his guilt lift. By the time the police arrived, Yannis' skull was nothing but pulp. The police also discovered Giselle's body, which had already turned into a wax figure. Joaquin received a five-year prison sentence for excessive self-defense. What awaited him after that was a lifetime of endless redemption. As for me, I took one last look at Bethany and began my new life.

"D*mn, why the hell are you standing there? Hurry up and get it done! After you guys finish cleaning up here, there's still training in the afternoon. Don't try to loaf on the job, or else I'll f*cking beat you up." "The guards cursed and scolded them. Meanwhile, Zion's back was in extreme pain. " Dang! What a b*stard! He would be sure to make them pay for everything they've done to the children! "Just then, Gissel held onto his hand, as if she was trying to comfort him and asking if he was okay. " Zion plastered a smile on his pale face and he continued to move the heavy equipment. Zion had never suffered this kind of torment ever since he was born.

He beat Young Vergilius nearly to death. The scene shifted. Gildeon found himself in a dank prison cell. Young Vergilius slumped against a filthy wall, surrounded by rats, stripped of his robe and collar. Bruises marred his face and body, and each breath was visibly painful. His expression cycled between anger, despair, and frustration. He muttered a broken prayer, running his hands down his face before looking up, teeth gritted. “Why have you forsaken me, my Lord?” he said heavily. “Have I not given you my body and soul? I chose you over the woman I love. Why did you let that vile thing happen to Charlotte? Why am I being punished for a sin I did not commit?”

“Aurelia, don’t let their words get to you. I don’t care about my reputation. I only want justice for you and our child.” “Gideon, sometimes death isn’t the scariest thing. They’re used to a luxury life since they grew up here. If you break their limbs, they’ll be disabled. They would live a life much, much worse than an average person. That would be the biggest punishment to them.” After Gideon heard that, he thought to himself quietly. Then, he passed the metal rod to the soldiers and instructed them coldly, “Do as Aurelia had said.” The soldier took the metal rod and started to strike William’s and Denise’s limbs ruthlessly. They shrieked in pain.

"And if Seraphina Corvinus gets within ten feet of her, I want to know immediately." "Understood." Miguel exits. The gate clangs shut behind him. And Dante is alone again in the darkness. He leans his head back against the stone wall and closes his eyes. Fifty lashes. The traditional punishment for breaking sacred law. For exposing their kind to humans. For killing without council approval. Fifty strikes with a silver-tipped whip that will burn through his flesh like acid. That will leave scars even his Lycan healing can't fully erase. It will hurt. God, it will hurt.

In front of hundreds of eyes, Liam had truly wanted me dead. I gave a bitter smile, my voice hoarse. “Thank you. And... thank you to Envoy Vetle for saving me.” At that name, Ruby’s expression changed. I hadn’t yet asked when the palace doors burst open and an Omega servant rushed in, panicked. “It’s bad! The Pope is going to give Divine punishment to Envoy Vetle” “What?!” The bowl slipped from my hands. Divine punishment. The Pope’s harshest punishment—beaten with the silver staff, forced to kneel before the Moon Goddess for three days and nights, with no water and no food. Life or death left to the Goddess’s will.

I nodded and handed the map back. "What about Lane?" I asked. Giovanni's expression cooled. "By the rules. Three knives, six wounds." "I turned him over to the old interrogation crew. He should be on the open ocean by now." I said nothing. Three knives, six wounds. One of the harshest punishments in the organization. Three blades, six holes. Whether you survive depends on luck. And even if you do, you get dumped on some deserted island to rot. "Think I went too far?" Giovanni looked at me.

he bellowed as the beast and my heart cracked at the pain his voice carried. Caliath straightened, continuing with his verdict. “So both will be punished together now for the crime of cheating on their masters,” Caliath continued, “Slave Zorya will receive additional punishment. She will watch as her conspirator is disciplined. Since she enjoys spreading her legs for someone other than her master. She will be put to free use. All the sentries and my dear friends are welcome to join. Who wants to go first?” My heart sank; my body uncontrollably trembled at the implications.

They exchange brief glances and I see how the fury that was in Alpha Eliott’s eyes earlier turns into something close to shame. “Whatever you say… the four of them will still have to face the consequences of their actions. A punishment has to be made.” “What—” “We’re ready,” Evren says, nodding once. “What? Evren, no!” “For a crime this grave, the usual punishment is death,” Alpha Yoseff says. “ABSOLUTELY NOT! THAT’S NOT FAIR—” “—but a more fitting punishment for you would be exile.” “You can’t do this—sorry, what? Did you say exile?”

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,