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The Last Confessor Episode 15

Posted by Hedowho on 31 January, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 15

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

Isabelle felt her legs become weak. The King? Staring at them?

When did he get there? And what was he doing there?

Princess Rayna who was backing his direction was yet to see him, but when she turned, she did and shock reflected on her face.

“My King!” She bowed immediately before running to him.

He just stood with his hands crossed behind him, his long robe displaying royalty and of course, he was with his guards.

“Brother!” Rayna called when she stood in front of him. “Y…You didn’t tell me you’d be coming. I mean….” She paused and glanced at the confessor.

“Is there a problem?” She whispered.

Caesar stared at her briefly before taking his eyes to Isabelle. If not for the fact Rayna had spent enough time with Caesar, right from when she was a kid, she’d have helplessly shivered anytime she was with him.

There was just something about him – something she couldn’t explain. He had this powerful aura, an overwhelming fragrance of dominion that always lingered around him. No one could explain it. No one at all.

“You’re here”, he finally spoke out.

“Yes, brotner. I….told you I’d be coming here today…..with her” Rayna replied, hoping he hadn’t forgotten the order.

He was silent for a few seconds, then dismissed her.

“You can leave, Rayna. Need to handle somethings over here”.

Rayna’s brows arched as she glanced at the confessor.

She wanted to ask “with the confessor?” But knowing her brother hated being questioned, she just swallowed it down and bowed.

“Okay, brother. I’ll be on my way now”.

And she left.

As Isabelle stood alone in front of the King, she couldn’t help but panic. Why did he just show up all of a sudden? Was he so eager to punish her? She had been thinking she’d have sometime to rest before returning to the palace to face him, but seems she was wrong

She had her head bowed, but not hearing a word from him for a long while, she decided to look at him and there she found his eyes on the target behind her – the one she had successfully shot at. The arrow was still there.

“On your knees”, he suddenly said, icily, and without thinking twice, she let her knees sink to the grassy ground.

Her gaze was on the floor already and slowly, she heard him walk towards her.

“You disobeyed me in the throne room” he said curtly, taking some slackened steps towards her.

Isabelle stiffened a little but didn’t move.
“How dare you?” He stopped in front of her. “How dare you disobey me in front of my fellow kings?”

Isabelle gulped hard, not knowing what to say. Maybe, an apology might help.

“I’m sorry”, she muttered and the next thing she felt was a slap on her face.

She winced.

The slap burnt her cheek, but she tried not to touch it.

Caesar dropped to a crouch in front of her, watching her seethe.

“You don’t disobey me, Isabelle” he grunted, his eyes directly on her face. “No mattwr what, you don’t disobey me.

“You’re to do exactly as I say and what I want”.

Isabelle’s hands were fisted beside her, trying control the feelings. Caesar lifted his hand to her face and gripped her jaw, so her eyes would be forced to look at his.

“I should’ve killed you, Isabelle”, he grunted. “But I didn’t. And for that, you owe me your life. Your body and soul….belongs to me, don’t ever forget that. You’re mine and it means you’ll do exactly as I say for as long as you’re alive. You’re my slave, Isabelle and a slave only lives to please her Master.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you; you’ll get used by whosoever I chose. Your dignity, Isabelle, belongs to me. Do you understand?”

His hand was holding her face painfully as he forced her to stare directly into his eyes.

She heard everything he said but didn’t respond. She didn’t think she had to, but Caesar picked offense in it and let go of her jaws. He moved his hand to her chest instead and circled her nipple.

“When I ask you a question…you reply” he stated and pulled her nipple so hard, Isabelle gave out a sharp cry.

“Do you understand?” He gritted and this time around, she nodded immediately.

“Yes, yes. Please…!” She whimpered, going through unbreable pain from the nipple.

Caesar groaned at the discomfort on her face. It pleased him.

“Please, please….it hurts” her voice cracked and almost immediately, he let go of it and stood up.

“Guards!” He called. He didn’t need to raise his voice.

Isabelle was still trying to recover from the earlier pain.

Three guards showed up immediately.

“My King” they bowed.
His eyes were on Isabelle.

“Take off the confessor’s clothes and do whatever you want with her”. He said and Isabelle’s eyes dimmed.
Whaaat???
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TBC.

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