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The Last Confessor Episode 34

Posted by Hedowho on 21 February, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 34

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

Naya paced around worriedly with her finger in her mouth. She looked clearly upset.

She has always known that the confessor wasn’t a good person – who knows if she’s not also a witch?
She disliked the confessor but now that she knows that the king likes her meal without even knowing, it made her hate her even more.

She’s been cooking the king’s meal for a long time now and not once has the king complimented her food. There was a time he had even told her to take extra online cooking classes so she’d would cook better.

She had always tried to impress the king.
But now that the king wants the confessor to make his favourite meal, she wasn’t happy about it.
And one thing is for sure, she’d never allow the confessor cook the king’s meal again.
Who knows, maybe the king might demote her and promote the confessor as the one that’s gonna be in charge of all his meal.

But then, she would never allow that to happen – not when she’s still alive.
A confessor from no where cannot just come and take her place that she had been for years.
She vowed – she was gonna make the confessor suffer and make life miserable for her in the palace.
With a cunning smirk, she walked to her bed and laid on it, staring at her fingers one after the other.

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“Get out now!” King Caesar instructed coldly to the tired and exhausted Isabelle. She was sweating and her legs were suddenly heavy that she could barely keep herself from standing.

She quickly wore her clothes and sighed tiredly. She glared at the king from under her eyelashes. This was the same man she had saved and he still felt ungrateful.

Well, she wouldn’t entirely blame him because the princess took a the glory. But still, the king is not fully recovered but he still had the energy to almost f*ck her brains out.

Her scalp was hurting a lot and her legs weren’t helping matters too.

She felt so tired and dizzy.
But it suddenly struck her, this was her room but the king was ordering her out – to where exactly?
Isn’t the king supposed to be the one to leave her room?

Humph!

“My king…but this…is…my…room…” She stuttered nervously, with her head bowed.

She couldn’t meet the king’s eyes because she doesn’t want to see his reaction which might scare the hell out of her and make her even more nervous.

“Yeah I know! I’m not that dumb you know!” He glares murderously at her and arranged his regalia properly.

The truth is that, he didn’t know he was in the confessor’s room but damn, his ego wouldn’t allow him admit it that he doesn’t know and he wouldn’t have known if Isabelle didn’t tell him.

“I’ll see you in the morning tomorrow. You have a lot of work to do.” He sneered and without waiting for her reply, he walked out of her room and slammed the door shut that Isabelle had to close her ears so the sound wouldn’t block her eardrums.

Isabelle climbed on top of her bed feeling really tired and worn out. The king had drilled her mercilessly and she couldn’t believe she had c*m twice.
The king had also feasted hungrily in her two boobs and worked his fingers in her v*gina.

Gosh! She wondered when all these would end.
But perhaps, it would never end till she dies.
Even with the king’s health, he was still hard on her.

She dragged her lazy self to the bathroom to have a thorough bath because in between her legs were kinda sticky because of the c*m and there was no way, absolutely no way she would sleep without washing off the smell of s*k off her body.

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The next morning, after preparing breakfast for the royal family, the king summoned Isabelle and she didn’t hesitate before following the guard that had come to inform her.

“Put on these!” King Caesar threw the slave cloth to Isabelle who looked rather shocked staring at the ugly gown that was at her feet.

What?
A slave uniform?

Why’s the king telling her to put in on?
Being a maid is a tedious job for her not to talk of a slave.

“My king, why should I wear a slave uniform when am not?” Isabelle questioned, staring helplessly at the cloth.

A resounding slap suddenly landed on her cheeks and her head banged her and she saw stars.

The king had slapped her and it was hell so painful.
She soothed her cheeks and she forced herself not to cry but her cheeks were burning – it was stinging and painful.

“Don’t you dare ever question my authority ever again! Now put this on! We are going over to the mining site and you’re gonna work with the other slaves!” The king smacked, to her own dismay.

What!
The mining site?
There’s no way she’d be able to do that tedious work. She hasn’t even had breakfast – the king had ordered her not to eat.

She’s gonna die and maybe, today is finally the day for her to die because there’s no way she’d be able to do such a work.

“I’m sorry my king but I don’t think I can work in the mining site. I’m not even feeling too well.” She blurted out, to her own amazement and the king let out a surprise and loud gasp.

She didn’t know what gave her the courage to utter such words and she didn’t even know when they freely left her mouth.
“Oh Lord, take my soul.” Isabelle muttered as she saw the angry look on king Caesar’s face.

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TBC
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