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The Last Confessor Episode 8

Posted by Hedowho on 29 January, 2021

The Last Confessor Episode 8

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

Isabelle clutched onto the sheets tight as the knock came again. Who was it?

Oh! How she wished it was something that’d distract the King. How badly she wished.

“Enter” Caesar’s voice replied and eyes dimmed when it dawned on her that she was still n@ked. He was ushering someone in when she was still n@ked.

She heard the door open but couldn’t turn to have a look since she was lying downwards on the bed. Caesar hadn’t given her orders to move.

The door opened and one of Caesar’s closed men entered. His eyes beamed when he saw the confessor lying stark n@ked on the King’s bed, her big butts facing the air.

Oh!! It was a good sight. Instantly, he felt his d’ck jerk.

“My King” he turned immediately to the King and bowed.
“The counselors are here. And they request your presence in the throne room”.

Isabelle’s brows crease. What counsellors?

King Caesar took his eyes from the guard and looked at Isabelle who was still lying vulnerably on the bed. Oh! How badly he wanted to hurt her. But meeting with the counselors were very important at that moment.

He looked at her on the bed and fisted his hand.

“Leave the bed”, he instructed and Isabelle felt her heart skip.
Leave the bed? Like…stand fully n@ked in front of him? But that’d warrant her being n@ked in front of the guard as well.

Her legs were heavy as she stood up, and turned to face the King. Not just the King, but the guard as well who was feeding his eyes on her public place.

Isabelle clutched her hands tight and lowered her gaze to the floor, feeling abashed.

“Come closer”, Caesar ordered and she forced her legs towards him, her lungs running so dry.

As soon as she got close enough, he pulled her by the hair and yanked it so hard.
Isabelle groaned, and he whispered into her ears.

“Don’t think this is over. You’ll be back here by nightfall”.

He pushed her afterwards, making her fall on the floor. Then, he walked out of the room with the guard.

Isabelle stood up as soon as he left and rushed to where her clothes were. Although, her garment had been partly torn, she still put it on and was thankful it shielded her nature state.

Afterwards, she sat on the floor and ruffled her hair. She hated this. She hated the turn her life was taking. Being the King’s prisoner was not something she could survive. She knew the hatred he had for her, and she knew it wasn’t going to be funny.

She covered her head on her laps and stayed that way for a while, thinking of how doomed her life was. How f^cked up she was. She continued for a very long time and tried as much as possible not to cry. She hated crying.

She suddenly heard the door open and lifted her eyes to see a young Iady coming in.

“Oh” she mouthed.
“You’re here”.

Isabelle remained muted and just stared at her. Who was she?

The lady closed the door and walked closer to her and Isabelle could tell she was pretty.

She was dressed in a shaggy cloth and looked like a maid.

“Please, come with me. I’m working on the King’s orders” the lady said as she stopped walking in front of Isabelle.
Isabelle was still confused and just stared at the lady.

“What orders?” She finally asked when the lady didn’t say any other thing.

“Don’t worry, confessor. You’ll find out. Just come with me, please. I wouldn’t want to get into trouble” the lady replied and headed for the door and Isabelle stood up and followed her out.
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