Mercy Copypasta Novels & Stories

How was there any difference in my blood to other humans apart from our DNA? "Like I told you, your blood occurs rarely and it has many big benefits to us. Your blood would make me stronger, many of my kind are after such rare blood. Trust me I meant no harm to you, in fact I planned to tell you about this but it just happened that you found out before I could. I just want your blood and for you to act as my wife and nothing else, like the contract said I would make sure your future is brilliant, your career is my responsibility and I would do nothing to harm you. Think about it, if I really wanted to hurt you then I would've done it the second I saw you because it is our nature to ruin, but

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Do you think he’ll like it?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She laughed softly. “Sweetheart, Alexander would be speechless if you showed up in a potato sack. But in this… you’ll take his breath away.” I smiled, blinking away my tears. “Thank you, Mom. For everything. For being here.” She took my hands in hers. “It’s my honour, Amelia. You’ve been through so much but look at you now. Today is about love, hope, and new beginnings. You deserve every bit of happiness coming your way.”

Fuck you? Christ have mercy, how did I let this happen?!

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Lydia could hear her own frantic heartbeats in her ears and tears started to stream down her eyes, "Please, have mercy. Spare me and my unborn child. We're innocent." Zena growled, "Mention that word innocence again and I'll make your death even more painful!" Her angered words sliced through the air. Lydia's hands clasped together in plea, "I'm sorry, please. All I ask is mercy. I know—" a sniffle paused her words, "—I know I'm not innocent but at least, have mercy, please." She tilted her head, "Mercy?" She mused, speaking the word like it left a better taste in her mouth, and it did. "Mercy is something you won't find in my heart tonight. Not at all."

At the cost of anything. Mercy be damned.

“PAIN LEVELS BELOW THRESHOLD PRODUCE LITTLE CHANGE. TRAUMA IS REQUIRED TO SHIFT PATTERNS.” “Not on every level,” I said. “You forgot about micro‑shifts. About simple recognition. About letting people rest when they’ve done enough.” The MERCY directive flickered. The Admin tried to overwrite again, twisting my letters. MERCY → METRIC / MUTED / MASK I re‑inked it with sheer stubbornness. The floating scripts hissed like poured water on hot metal. “CHOICE,” I wrote next. Right below CONSENT. OFFER_MULTIPLE_PATHS.

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