Mercy Is A Lie
Author: Ivy Rogers
last update2025-06-04 23:59:15

You will surely regret betraying me, Louis!”.

A loud voice echoed through the room.

After a moment, an old man in his late fifties, stepped out from the back of the room. In front of him was a man hanging upside down. The old man stood a few feet away from him.

The old man smiled, slowly.

He turned his head toward a nearby wooden table where several metal tools were. He reached out and gently picked up a hammer..

“I trusted you,” he said, still not looking at Louis. “I let you into my plans. I told you things I never shared with anyone else. And what did you do?”

He turned to Louis, holding the hammer in both hands.

“You told my enemy my plan. You told him everything.”

Louis opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear. He shook his head weakly, trying to plead, but the old man didn’t give him the chance.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” the old man shouted, stepping closer, his voice full of rage.

He raised the hammer
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