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“Son… I suggest you see the cardinal or the Bishop. Or better still, get a therapist. I can recommend if you lack one.” I nod, the blade itching in my boot. “Therapist? What of mercy, Father? Can’t I have mercy, a new beginning, just like the others? I thought the scriptures said for every soul that is won to Christ, the kingdom of heaven rejoices. What changed?” “The justice system!” Gloria, the adulterer, snaps. “How dare you desecrate this place? How dare you say mercy? You should be behind bars, you heathen!””

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

They were completely stunned by everything that had just happened. "You people suck up to the rich and look down on the poor, taking human selfishness to the extreme. I know exactly which companies you all work for. You'd better remember Mabel's lesson because if you don't, your fate will be even worse than hers." They nodded frantically, terrified. They didn't dare to utter a single word. "You don't deserve to be my classmates. From now on, don't ever mention my name to anyone." With that, Daniel opened the car door for me, and I slid inside without another glance.

Mercy Mercy was glad to see Isabella. She was so kind and refreshing. She’d brought Mercy some clean clothes and made sure she was able to take a shower without any help. She’d also brought her a snack, which was great, even though Cleo had brought her a full breakfast. Mercy felt like her stomach was turning inside out, she was so hungry. Now, she was sitting on the bed, feeling comfy in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. They smelled like flowers and fresh cotton and made her skin feel all soft and snuggly. There was something going on with her hair, though, and it was bothering her almost as much as the fact that she couldn’t remember anything. The urge to flip her hair back over her sho

Susan shook her head, for no matter how powerful she was, she couldn’t read Mercy. “These bad people may never read about us,” Mercy added. “I subject myself to flames, and torture, and from the start, it always makes me laugh because, in the end, I’ll only watch myself heal. Nothing can destroy me. Nothing. Unless God of course.” Mercy returned her gaze to the west. For so long, Susan had silently been in search of Mercy. She never told anyone, but the ageless little girl had been a figure even history couldn’t keep track of. She had called Mercy here, and somehow, Mercy had answered.

They might have fooled the little me, but not the fucking woman I am now. When the darkness became too much and it lingered on too long, that was when my breathing caught. My chest tightened and, damn, it felt as if my heart was gonna blow up. "Aiutami! Non dovete fare questo, padre!" Help me! You don't have to do this, father. I tried again. If they aren't going to let me go, at least open a fucking door. I'd rather they electrocute me than having me in this dark and filthy room. Before I realized that it was happening, a tear rolled down the side of my cheek. I knew there was nobody out there to save me. I knew I was out on my own. So I struggled through the tight leather that is holding m

I say in answer as Mercy turns around and grabs my arm. “Maybe you need to find out why she wanted him dead before you brand her as bad news, don't know the girl, but from the little I do know, she must have a reason, not saying she is innocent, but everybody deserves a benefit of doubt, especially a girl like her.” I hiss as Mercy pours the whiskey over the gun shot. It feels for fucking ever waiting for her to burn the tweezers. She pours more alcohol on my wound, then digs in and pulls out the bullet.

For the sake of healing that needed to start somewhere. But watching Max's face, I knew he didn't agree. Some betrayals run too deep for mercy. Some wounds need more than understanding to heal. Time would tell which path was right. Justice or mercy. Punishment or compassion. For now, two cells held two different kinds of evil. One cold and unrepentant. One broken and begging.

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I ask. Her answer is quiet. “You get to live with it.” My breath stutters. “That’s worse.” “Yes.” “Why would you do that to me?” My voice shakes. “Because dying is escape.” Her voice is steady. “Living is the consequence.” I shake my head. “I don’t deserve that mercy.” “This isn’t mercy.” She steps closer. “This is justice.” I can’t hold her gaze. “I loved you,” I admit.