Beg For My Mercy

Beg For My Mercy

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People who do wrong should suffer, should they not? Karma takes far too long, so I act instead. I give the cruel what they deserve. Murder is far too quick. It gives them a way out. Torture is what they need. They need to feel what they have inflicted on others. Hearing them beg for me to let them go is like music to my ears. Hearing them plead for me to stop hurting them is even better. But best of all, is when I finally break them and they see the error of their ways. They stop fighting and lose all hope. I am not doing anything wrong. I am merely serving justice.
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"I'll take the beating, but don't touch her," my father begged, broken and desperate. His plea fell on deaf ears as the command was given. The lashes came swiftly, and while my family screamed in horror, my uncles and father tried to mask their pain. But if you looked closely, you could see the agony etched in their faces. Each blow left me numb, but my mind screamed for revenge. I wanted retribution-for Liam, my grandmother, my father, my cousins, my aunts, and even those who once hated me cried out for it. But when I looked at my father, it was too late. He was unconscious, held tightly by those who had restrained him. I struggled through the pain, rushing to his side, bloodied and broken. "Help him, please!" I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks. My uncles rushed to help, but Liam and his men left without a second glance, driving off, and leaving us to deal with the aftermath.

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