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The Last Confessor Episode 11

Posted by Hedowho on 30 January, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 11

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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There was a thin echo in Isabelle’s ears as they awoken her subconsciousness.

Her lids fluttered, but didn’t open immediately, not until a hand tapped her.

“Confessor. Confessor” the voice was gentle.

Isabelle opened her eyes blearily and found someone sitting in front of her,staring into her face.

Her vision was blur at first, but little by little, the face of the lady became clear and she realized it was Mia.

“Hey, confessor. You need to wake up. Remember, I golf you you’d be commencing work today” Mia said gently, but it took Isabelle sometime before she was able to digest the current situation.

Her head was muzzy and she tried to remember….

The memories from the previous night came flashing into her head and they scared the hell out of her.

She could remember the King ordering her out of his room, and when she tried to, she ended up passing out.

What happened after that….it was just dazed.

She felt herself lying on something soft and confirmed it was a bed.

“Where am I?” The words escaped her mouth, weakly.

Her hands went over her head which was a little hot.

“You’re in your room, confessor”. Mia answered.

Isabelle opened her eyes again and looked around, and it dawned on her it was indeed, the same room Mia had shown to her the previous day.

She forced herself to sit up, groaning as she did.

Her hands went across her tummy as she felt weak. But she needed to be strong. She needed to fight this.

“I’ve prepared a warm water for you, confessor. Its in the bathroom” Mia alerted her, but she didn’t reply.

A tear dropped from her left eye when she remembered all the King did to her the previous night -bringing back the hateful memories. They hurt as hell.

“Oh confessor!” Mia exclaimed.
“I’m so sorry you had to pass through pains”.

Isabelle sniffed and quickly wiped the tear off.

“But, on the other hand, you should be happy” Mia continued as she stood up from the bed and walked to the windows.

“The King is very selective of the women he takes to bed. For sometime now, I think Princess Ulani has been the only pleasuring the King. You should be pretty happy he mated with you last night”.

Isabelle looked at her scoffed, wondering if she was being serious. She should actually be happy the King did such painful things to her?

The door opened immediately and noisily and Isabelle turned to the direction to see a young girl, heavily dressed.

She wore a little crown on her head and obviously looked like a….

“My princess!” Ulani called and bowed her head and Isabelle fixed the puzzle.
She was princess Rayna – the King’s cousin.

“Why’s she still in bed?” Her voice was more like a squeal as she marched in, her steps screaming royalty and arrogance.

“Didn’t you convey my message to her??” She snapped as she stood in front of the bed.

“I’m sorry,my princess. She’s just waking up”, Ulani replied from the window, her head bowed.

Ulani glared hard at Isabelle, her tiny lips pushing in a frown.

“Don’t you know how to greet, confessor?” She asked, rather sarcastically, staring eye ball to eye ball with Isabelle.

Isabelle just stared at the young princess who could perhaps, be 18 years or so.

“I’m talking to you, confessor! I’m princess Ulani and deserve respect from you!” She rose her voice a little and slapped her hand on the bed.

“Good morning….princess”, Isabelle finally let it out, but in a more obdurate way.
She was staring into the princess’ eyes.

Well, just like it was earlier stated in the story, Isabelle was one fearless lady. Passing through hell while growing up, had turned her into something else.

But the only person she was scared of…….

“Well, just so you know” Ulani scoffed.
“My brother, the King, has given me permission to request for you whenever I want. In essence, it means you’ll be partly my maid.

“So, I want you to get ready, cause you’ll be going out with me soon. Do you understand?” She had so much eloquence in her voice and Isabelle admired it.

“Understood” Isabelle replied and the princess turned around and left.

“Good saviors! That was quite a scare” Mia rushed to the bed, her hand on her chest.

“Ah! That princess can be so grumpy at times, huh? She’s just like her mother”.

Isabelle didn’t say a word, but just listened.

“Um…confessor, I really think you should go take a bath” Mia said and taking in a deep breath, she left the bed.

As Isabelle got into the bathroom, all she felt were pains in between her legs. The King had really hurt, didn’t he?

Tears streaked her cheeks as she recalled what had happened the previous night, how he mercilessly used her, bringing back the painful memories.
She couldn’t believe she was paying for her sister’s crimes. Well, perhaps, she deserved it because she had watched him get enslaved by her sister.

Perhaps, if only she had tried her best to stop her sister, if only she had tried her best to free the King when he was still confessed, then this wouldn’t have happened.

It was all her fault, and she was paying for it in the most painful way.
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TBC.

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