The Ultimate Punishment Novels & Stories

“At last, a sensible question. Melissa is living through the death and dismemberment of every person who ever died at the hands of this tale. She is slowly enduring six millennia of suffering.” Mr Isimud’s eyes were alight with an almost messianic glee when he said this. Jimmy had seen a few of the murders the story had perpetrated. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live through every one of them, one after the other, without any break from the endless violation, pain and degradation, for six thousand years. Jimmy couldn’t think of a worse possible fate. He had to get Melissa out of this. “And you’re trying to tell me she begged for that?” he said. “Why would anyone beg for that?”

I sit down, not moving because I don't know what else to say. "I found this out when they presented the evidence in court two years later. They also did an autopsy on her, and they sampled my fetus' DNA. Adam wasn't my child. The paternity test showed that Anthony was the true father of the baby. And when he pleaded not guilty for reason of insanity, it was like he was taunting me. His defense was mocking me for believing my facade of having a family. He was found guilty, and sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole in 20 years.

However, Henry strode in front of her, cutting her off while growling icily, "How does it feel, Linda Cook—to come so close yet so far? "And know this—this is just the start." He was sentencing her to death! Even as panic seized Linda, she looked tearfully at Henry and pleaded, "Please, Henry… We've been together for ten years. Just let me go this one time, okay? "I'm really contrite, and I've received my just deserts—I've lost my legs, my love life, and my only child. "I really have nothing left… So just let me go, okay? "I'll definitely spend the rest of my life repenting and praying for Sophie, to be her servant in the next life…"

And then the last, cruel thought hit me: Our punishment… will be worse than death.

I immediately called an ambulance. The other me dropped the knife and knelt on the floor. "You win." "What?" "For the first time, someone chose not to kill," he murmured. "The loop is about to break." The sound of the ambulance grew closer. Without looking back, he walked toward the door and disappeared into the red and blue lights. "Loop terminated. Remaining time: unlimited." "Live well!" Those were the last words he left behind before vanishing completely. A month later, I received a letter with no sender. Inside was a group photo from an orphanage.

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Inside the private suite, Zann Lima was dressed in a black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate his tall, slender frame. He looked nothing like the listless figure who had been confined to a wheelchair. A cigar rested between his fingers as he lounged casually against the sofa, bantering with his men while emanating the commanding presence of a mafia boss. “Don, you’ve kept up the act for a whole year now. Neve Steele has worked down to the bone to pay for your treatments. She barely looks human anymore. This should be enough of a punishment, shouldn’t it?”

Beneath the veneer of stoicism lay a tumultuous sea of regret, remorse, and the bitter realization of the consequences of his choices—a storm that threatened to engulf him amidst the tense air of the courtroom. The judge continued! "AND REGARDING THE CRIMES OF MURDER AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING, THE ACCUSED IS HEREBY, SENTENCED TO A LIFETIME IMPRISONMENT STRICTLY WITHOUT PAROLE! THE COURT SO ORDERS!!!" Ejay's demeanor remained outwardly composed, but internally, his world crumbled with the weight of the verdict. As the words "lifetime imprisonment" echoed in the courtroom, a profound stillness enveloped him. His facade of stoicism barely concealed the tumultuous storm surging within.

He’s describing the exact exploit others are now using to threaten people—forcing negotiations with death itself. “You’re proof the system is broken,” I realize. “If absolute death can be negotiated, nothing is truly final. Death has become optional for anyone with knowledge and will.” “Yes,” he confirms. “And that’s beautiful and terrifying. Beautiful because we’re together again. Terrifying because everyone can resist death now.” Original Death manifests with decision made. “The system is catastrophically flawed,” it announces. “I’m implementing shutdown in twenty-four hours. Negotiable death ends, absolute death returns, everyone who exploited negotiable death faces absolute ending they t

Aeternum had been nothing but honest and straight in their trial, this is what a just and fair trial should be, this is what a true justice should be. “…With this all these court proceeding is over, as your crimes has been judged….today all the defendant in this proceeding will start ther punishment starting today…for 5 consecutive days, the punishment shall be done upon you…starting from now…..”.