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The Last Confessor Episode 7

Posted by Hedowho on 29 January, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 7

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

Isabelle’s heart thumped heavily as she stood behind him. Her hands were literally shaking, but she turned them into fists – nervous fists.

Caesar didn’t hear any sound or movement and he knew instantly that she was yet to undress.

He turned with blazing eyes and confirmed the knowledge. She was still fully dressed and didn’t look like she had any plans of undressing.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” He asked hoarsely and Isabelle lowered her gaze to the floor.
She could feel her entire system shaking.

“Please….” She forced herself to say. That was all she could think of doing at the moment.

“You can do anything to me – but not this”.

If Caesar had wanted to change his mind, seeing Isabelle plead against it had completely ruined everything. He needed something that’d hurt her pretty bad, something she didn’t like. And seeing how scared she was of this, it just willed his detetmination.

He smirked and started walking towards her, and Isabelle found herself moving back.

She kept back walking until she got to a dead end when her back hit the wall. No; she cried in her heart.

She couldn’t move away because Caesar was already standing close to her.

“I didn’t bring you here to do your will, Isabelle” he muttered, his face so close to hers.
“After all, you and your sisters forced me against my will”.

“It was my sister, not me” Isabelle’s voice quivered as she spoke.
She thought differentiating herself from her sister would do her any good.

“You had confessed one of my men, b’tch” he growled.
“And as a result, he died trying to protect you”.

Isabelle bit her inner cheek as the memory flashed into her head.

Lincoln.
That was the name of the man she had confessed during the time they’d captured Caesar and his men.

Well, every confessor was having someone to confess, and since Caesar had already been taken by her sister, she decided to go for his close men. She had no idea their previous actions were going to have such repercussions. They had been so stupid.

“You stood by and watched your sister enslave me” he further said, his voice as cold as ever.
“You stood by and watched her turn me into her love slave, kept me away from my parents and when they’d come to get me, I blindly killed them, all because of her. You’re no different from your sister. You’re all witches and murderers and don’t deserve to be on this earth”.

Isabelle felt cold chills run down her spine as the King’s words scared the hell out of her. She knew she was in deep trouble, very deep trouble.

He lifted his hand to the Rada’Han around her neck and pulled her close with it, such that their faces almost touched.

“I’m gonna make you suffer, Isabelle” his words were almost in whispers.
“I’m gonna make you wish you’d never escaped death when your little camp of witches was being ambushed by my men. I’ll make you pay for everything you made me go through – you and your sister. I’ll make you wish for death”.

For the first time in days, tears came running down her cheeks as his words shook every thing in her. His threats – considering the fact she was alone and vulnerable to him, she knew very well he’d carry them out. She knew he was capable of doing everything to her, and that was her worst fear.

He moved his hand from the Rada’Han and placed them on the top of her garment. And without much stress, he tore it down, revealing her inner wear which covered her breasts a little.

Isabelle whimpered and shook a little on her feet.
No; she wouldn’t be able to take it. She wouldn’t.

Caesar looked down at her halfly exposed chest and felt like cutting them open.

He turned around and moved away from her.

“Take off your clothes, Isabelle and get on the bed. You wouldn’t want me to do it for free” he said as he walked back to the big table.

He got to the table and leaned his hand on it, backing Isabelle.

“I’m giving you the count of 10” he said without looking at her.
“If your clothes are not off by then, I’ll have the guards strip you in front of everyone”.

That alone was enough to make Isabelle make a decision. He’d strip her in public? Which would be worst?

Since he had succeeded in ripping half of her garment, she slowly brought down the remaining half, her hands shaking as she did.

She took it down her waist, thighs, and then her legs and finally, they were completely off her body.

Caesar was already at the count of 7 and she quickly took down her inner wear as well and by the time he was done counting and turned to look at her, he loved what he saw.

She was stark n@ked in front of him.

“Get on the bed” he further said and she felt her lungs become dry.
Memories from her past stared at her in the face and she panicked. She might not survive it. No; she won’t.
She’s tried for years to forget the memories; she’s tried for years to abstain from sex, but now with this, she knew she was in deep trouble.

She walked slowly to the bed, trying as much as possible not to trip because her entire body was shaking.

She got to the bed and laid on it, face down. She was scared of looking at Caesar in the face when he hurts her. S

She held onto the bed sheets tightly, and soon, she heard him walk towards her. All the blood in her body dried off as she dread the moment.

The moment he touches her, she might die from the trauma.

Caesar was so close to the bed when suddenly, a knock came on the door.
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TBC.

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