I Am The Punishment Of God Novels & Stories

I am seeing my doom! But, God forbid! I have done nothing wrong to merit this impending doom. I have wronged no one for fate to punish me this way. I am not a saint, I know, but for the sole reason that I did not commit that unpardonable sin and abort my child like that cursed family wanted me to, God, please pardon me and change this fate. I can never again be a victim of those people. Never again.

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.

Is it because I had no one who loved me that I just believed him so easily? Is this all my fault? Maybe I was too careless. Maybe I was too greedy. But is wanting to be loved such a greedy thing?Why is God punishing me like this? Does he hate me? Does he even exist? Maybe he's enjoying my suffering like all these people...Maybe I'm a joke to all of them...I have no hope left...I feel so tired… Did I deserve all these struggles? "Give me the phone, Irene, and step away from the edge," Jason tried to coax me out of it but I refused.

When I opened it, it landed on the boo of Thessalonians. “2 Thessalonians 1:9 "Who shall be punished with everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord, and from the glory of his power.” Destruction. Punished. I quickly put down the bible and sat on the floor with my hands on my head. I shook my head repeatedly. No.No.No.No. This was my new life now, and I would make the most of it. If I was on my best behavior here, I could get off early. Suddenly, I could hear someone coming and I immediately straightened up. The small hole that was on the door opened and I could see a pair of piercing silver eyes stare at me.

Ellen patted my shoulder and came on her knees to. I didn’t know what to say to her. “I had dreams.” I said and closed my eyes suddenly feeling too much pain in my heart. “I think- I think I am being punished Ellen, my existence here on this Island has always been hard but I never thought it would be something because of what I had done. I still dotn remember but I think- I think mother punished me by sending me here.” Ellen shook her head, “Spoken just like a daughter, think Cynthia, think! Is it really punishment or a gift, a blessing you have been bestowed upon by thr great moon goddess of ours.”

I wondered if it had been real or just a cruel, drunken mistake, but it was very real and I could feel the impact on my sore breast nipples and aching vagina. Now and then I struggled with a replay of what he had done to me against my will—those moments of my powerless submission to his uneven disgruntled strokes—flashed relentlessly. I closed my eyes and tried to shut them out, repeating silently: “Men are the world’s biggest scum.” The words echoed in the darkness of my mind’s eye! Scum of the earth!! Why was God punishing me? I was not even born when this monster had his stupid business dealings with my miserable coward of a father.

I eventually take my hands back, letting the surroundings dry my tears. I stared at the open window, rebelling against Amia and against God. “Then where was he when Eldifonso treated me like an animal? Where is your God during my dark moments inside this hell-like room, Amia? You said that he's beside us as always? Then it's bullshit, Amia!” I was panting because of my sorrow and enmity. “H-How could God just watch me, suffering, in pain, grieving, and almost dying of this situation?! Does it mean that my devil husband is more powerful than him?!”

We sat in silence because if one of us spoke, we knew that our barriers would have fell and our tears would have flown out like a burst dam. I just didn’t know what I did wrong! I couldn’t figure it out! I am known to be ruthless and dangerous, but I am really not…I haven’t ever hurt any innocent person intentionally. Everything that I did wrong was actually done for a good cause, that is unknown to the world, but Moon Goddess, you know everything, then you should know this! So Moon Goddess, why are you punishing me? Why dear Goddess? Why are you making me experience such pain? What did I do to deserve this? Moon Goddess, I beg your forgiveness if I have done something to offend you, please

I choked in a broken voice, my knees buckling as I clutched the box to my chest. “It’s my fault,” I rasped, turning my eyes on Dexter and around the room. But I could see nothing but a dark hollow in front of my eyes. “I did this. I compelled her to choose this path. I’m the monster she fled.” My voice cracked as a rush of sobs choked me. “I deserve punishment. Please, Moon Goddess, give me the punishment I deserve.”

I stared back at him, if this was God’s punishment , it was more than I could take. I wondered what kind of apology he wanted, so I stared back at him while lost on what to do. He spat in my face. I flinched immediately the saliva touched my face “Pecadora, sinner ,” he said through gritted teeth Then he stood up, he lashed my back until I felt cold wounds breaking on my ski