Novel & Cerita Just Mercy: Chapter 11 Summary

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

“Give me one more chance. Please!” I stared at him. His begging did nothing for me. Millions of dollars' worth of shipment had disappeared. Men had risked their lives moving it. Someone had betrayed me, and killing one frightened little spy wouldn't bring any of it back. “Mercy is for God,” I said, my jaw tightening. “Punishment is for me.” The man's mouth opened again but he never got the chance to speak. The gunshot cracked through the basement. His body jerked once before collapsing against the cold floor, his pleading cut short as abruptly as a candle snuffed between two fingers.

M•Ï•A͙ (ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇss ɪs ᴀ𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮) Season 2 Sequence 11 ____________________________________________ Desmond's POV "Did you just say mercy?" I asked. " yes" she replied. " woww, what a coincidence" I muttered as I continued driving. I decided not to take them to Hanford City because there will be alot of dangers for them.

“The man everyone fears brought to his knees. Doesn’t it taste bitter? That defeat? That helplessness?” It did. It tasted like ash and blood. But I stayed where I was, my gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the fire in my eyes. He wanted to break me, and maybe, just maybe, he had. But not in the way he thought. “Say it,” Henry said. I forced myself to breathe, to steady the chaos raging inside me. My voice was low. “Please, Henry. Let her go.” Each word scraped against my pride like jagged glass.

I asked. " They were offered to me by you on our first meeting during that flight. We were strangers still you felt that I was hungry and you offered them to me, even insisting that I try and now... even when I requested you to make something for me as I was very hungry, you refused. I am not blaming you, I agree that I deserve it. I just wish I could just turn the wheel of time and start afresh without any wrong intentions. I am sorry, Simmi. I have hurt you a lot. You hurt me as much as you want, but forgive me and take me back. " He said and took another bite of it. His eyes were flowing and my heart was melting but I reminded myself how he took advantage of my vulnerable situation and I

Or is forgetting a mercy? Chapter 97 brings FULL MEMORY RETURN! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-SIX

“I don’t like myself very much right now. But I’m just trying to tell you that I tried. All these years, I tried to…to show mercy. “Mercy?” I hissed. “Do you know how many people have died in these games? Hell, I almost died. I still might. What kind of sick mercy is that?” He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. He sighed heavily and then averted his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked genuinely sorry. I didn’t care though. I would never, ever forgive Kalev Moren for any of this. “Calm,” Verity said. “He’s trying to help you.”

For a heartbeat, it looked like there were two of us kneeling before the altar and two shadows behind, larger, looming. Paul’s breathing slowed. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You said mercy isn’t earned. That’s given.” I nodded. “But what if it’s given to the wrong person?” “What do you mean?” He looked up at the crucifix. “What if someone like me doesn’t deserve it at all?” I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “None of us deserves it,” I said. “That’s the point.” He smiled weakly a broken, almost mocking smile. “So even you?”

I listened to none of it as memories of their abuses flooded my mind, nearly traumatizing me again. “You will live, that I promise,” I said, turning away. “Not as family, but as servants. I’ll make you remember every day what you took from me when I was helpless—every detail, in vivid shades. Mercy was a privilege you never gave me, even when I pleaded for it many times.” Their screams followed me out, but I cared less. I didn’t look back, and I had no intention of doing so. “But mercy I will offer, and that mercy is keeping you all alive—because you would wish I had killed you all.”

"Since you stubbornly refuse to die, we're coming to put an end to your life tonight. See you soon." I crushed the SIM card under my heel, grinding it into the airport floor the same way she'd crushed my hand with her heel. As the plane lifted into the sky, something cold and dangerous settled deep within my chest. The broken, naive Elena was dead. She'd died in that morgue, surrounded by corpses. But I would be back. And when I returned, they would beg for mercy, the same mercy they'd never shown me. Mercy was a luxury now. And I could no longer afford to give it to anyone.