“Cut off our hands, sir?” Marco gasped, his kneeling legs sitting limply on the floor; he lost hope; cutting off his hands was equal to him being nothing.
Marco rethought his life, which still had no meaning, even with his complete hands and organs. Now, he still failed to impress people; when he later lost his hands, he would only be made fun of, humiliated, and belittled by people.
There was nothing worse than the humiliation he received from people for his life, so he knelt down before Archer, his eyes full of tears. “Please don't, sir. Please don't do that to me, sir. Forgive me, sir. I plead guilty. I have done wrong, sir.” He sobbed in the room, making Moodie curse his bad morning today even more.
Bram looked at Marco pitifully. Then he did the same. “Sir, please let us go; forgiv
