The Ultimate Punishment Novels & Stories

-TRACK 9- TATTERS OF THE KING The old rock star smoked his last cigarette down to the filter and slumped back in his seat. To Miles, he looked like an old worn-out doll, his days of bringing joy to children far behind him. Over the last few hours he’d watched life return to Aidan Cross’s eyes, only to fizzle and fade yet again as the old man recounted his band’s triumphs, failures, and untimely demise. Although he would never admit it to his crew, the story spooked Miles Hargrove to his core. He’d read the official police report from all those years ago, and he’d grown up hearing the rumors of ritual activity on the night of the final show, but to hear a first-hand account by someone who was

Zoe laughed and nodded, "Thank you everyone! For my personality I will like to say, I'm someone devoted to fashion entertainment and being a model makes my pride. I hope you can keep encouraging me in the future which gives me strenght to continue working hard like this," As she kept speaking, Zhang You was wishing more and more to kill her but was unable to make a call. She then remembered the watch and instantly pressed the red button on it which alerted the snippers. "You don't deserve to live longer, Why not shorten your life span?" Zoe kept speaking and now spoke to the host. The killing had to be immediate but nothing happening to Zoe nor a mark. "Why is the bitch not dying? I paid hug

"Three days. Is that all he has given me? And what is 'The Punishment'?" "Unfortunately, it has to be done quickly and three days is actually pushing the limit on it. I think he did that so that if Noah decided to join him, he had the time to get here. 'The Punishment' itself is an old tradition, and it is quite cruel. The prisoners that are up for punishment are strung up in the middle of town and then the punishment of death is dealt out in any manner that the King or Queen at the time sees fitting and left on show for two more days. There are always four prisoners that are chosen to receive the ultimate punishment, which is for them to slowly bleed to death

“It's the most genuine thing you have that can prove that this Valen is yours.” “Shut up!” I cried and exerted greater pressure on my hands, curling my fingers tighter around his food pipe. “Your model is too damn preachy.” “Don't do this to yourself,” he huffed at my laborious effort. “Ugh.” I wished he'd just clasp his lips together, so I rigidified my clamp on him, but my fingers weren't a rope to hang him. Wincing, he forced his speech. “The ultimate punishment is when you destroy all that you love with your own hands. Either way, you’ll get executed and Snow wins.”

Leaving all of them stupefied. "Death penalty is a lender of last resort and ought not to be used unless the crime is horrendous and unforgivable. Keeping in mind it's severity and limiting it's usage, it is not to be used twice in a day once the sun sets. In case two penalties are scheduled for the same day, the convicts are to be given the final right to choose. The punishment being mutatis mutandis changed and one of them bears it completely,while the other leaves, unharmed and free." Disbelief covers everyone's features as the girl proudly faces the public and stands in front of Alex's back.

my mother cried. They were both crying, tears falling from their eyes and streaking down their wrinkled faces. I stared at them blankly. Vaguely, I heard the judge ask the jury for their final, irrevocable vote. The punishment had been made clear from the beginning. If I lost, I would be euthanized. If they lost, they would be imprisoned for life. The lights at the jury's seats lit up. I got 100 votes. It was unanimous. I was declared not guilty.

Aurora sighs, gets up and walkd towards me, her eyes flashing with a fire that could put out a damn country "I hope you plan on doing more than keeping him locked up. I do not care about the damn outrage, he must die in the most brutal way possible, and it has to be on our terms, not the fucking law" Smiling, I say to her "I thought of everything. I want him suffering for wometime, but make no mistake, he will not be punished by the fucking law, I determine the time of his death, and the way he dies. and it is definstely not by sone stupid court sentencing. This is a humiliation ritual, the real punishment is on its way"

"Then, throw him out into the labor camp outside. "Make him continue building the defensive wall, clean up the corpses, and give him all the hardest, dirtiest work possible. Let him eat as long as he's willing to work." I looked at Papa in mild surprise. It was certainly a lot easier for Papa if he were to kill Valerio straight away, with his methods. However, Papa simply said, "Killing him now would be giving him the easy way out. "Living in suffering is the greatest form of punishment during the apocalypse."

"What, did he send you as his messenger? Tell him if he wants to make things right, he can come here and apologize on his knees." "You're hopeless!" Bernard slapped her square in the face. "He's going to contribute to the country someday! Unlike you—still living off your family's money after all this time. When will you ever stand on your own?" Justine covered her face, completely stunned. "He's clearly talking nonsense—" "Nonsense?" Bernard called me right in front of Justine. By then, I had joined the organization, and my old phone number was already canceled. "See? None of us can reach him anymore."

The soil shrieked. The sound ripped through the ground like chains breaking, like graves bursting open. Dust and black soil rained down from above, enveloping everything in a suffocating haze. Vincent's claws dug into the soil as he stood up, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his golden eyes blazing against the dark. The coffin lid had slammed shut, but her face—half ash, half alive—still lingered in his mind. Her last words echoed like sharp blades: