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The Last Confessor Season 2 Episode 12

Posted by Hedowho on 7 March, 2021

The Last Confessor Season 2 Episode 12

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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Isabelle didn’t know that she was crying until she tasted something in her lips. She cleaned her lips and sniffed in sadly.

She touched her already wet cheeks and wiped her tears.
She laughed sadly, touching her cheeks.
“You’re crying. Why are you crying anyways?” She laughed sadly and more tears poured out from her eyes.

“Stop crying foolish girl. He can never be yours, so wipe whatever feelings you’re starting to develope for the king because you will only get hurt.” She chastised herself sternly, wiping her tears roughly from her face.

She dragged her tired and sore legs and started towards the direction of her room. Her thighs were sticky and she couldn’t wait to wash herself clean from the c*m and she could sweat that she could even perceive her own self smelling like s*k.

She got to her room and hastily got to the bathroom.

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The king came out from the bathroom and tied his royal robe around his already dried body.
He combed his wet hair and use his hair towel to dry his hair.

He exhaled deeply and plonked hard on his bed.
His mind was troubled and he didn’t know what to do.
The feelings he was starting to feel towards the confessor was something that made him do confused – he hasn’t felt that way with anybody.

Whatever that feeling was, it wasn’t really a good one because, it would deter the him from having his intended revenge on her.

“She’s not Tabitha who made you kill your parents. She’s just her sister, so, why punish her for what she didn’t do.” His conscience chastised him.

“As long as she’s Tabitha’s sister, that equally as well, make her my enemy and she should suffer for the sins of her dead sister since I can’t punish the dead.” He scoffed to himself.

Draco who stood just outside the king’s door creased his eyebrows in confusion.
He wondered what was going on with the king to make him talk to himself?
He didn’t hear what the king had said to himself, but he knew he had spoken to himself because no one was with him in the room.

He continued to think deeply until his head started to ache.
This feeling – it was strange to him and somehow, he was sure the feelings was the one making him do things he ought not to do to Isabelle.

He isn’t supposed to give the confessor pleasure during s*x but make her cry and feel pains.
And his attitude towards her, he was beginning to act cool and soft towards her and that wasn’t part of his plans on making her pay dearly for her sister’s crime.

He was starting to be nice towards her and it’s not what he intended to do.
If there’s anything he had wanted to do to her when she first came to the palace, is to make her feel pains every minute she spends in the palace.
He intended to cause her so much that she would wish for death but death wouldn’t come.

But now…he couldn’t even explain the feelings he was starting to develope for her.
And these days, he couldn’t find the hatred he had towards her again.
Instead, it was replaced with a new feeling he was yet to still understand.

The king sighed for the umpteenth time and stood up from his bed. He slide in his legs in his slippers and walked gingerly to his window.

He placed his hands behind his back and stood in front of his window, staring outside his window.
He needed to keep his mind at occupied with nature things.

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Ciara sat huddled on the floor miserably. She had dried tears on her cheeks and her was disheveled.

She looked like a depressed witch and she looked scary.
Probably if she sees herself in a mirror, she would scream at her own self in sheer horror and probably even, run away from herself because of how terrible she looked.

Her lips were thin and cracked. Her face pale.
She looked weak and hungry.

She had been there for almost 72 hours now and she hadn’t even tasted even a drip of water or any king of food too.

There’s no guard because there was absolutely no way she could escape.
The room was dusty and had only one small window that was really high and her legs were chained.

She had cried and screamed out her lungs but no one had come to her aid because where she was, no one could hear her voice.

She has been whipped severely and it had made her skin to have skin cuts at her back and her clothes that she has been putting on, where barely covering her whole body as it was torn and filled with blood too.

She was tired of crying and her voice had turned hoarse too.
If she knew that lying to the king would amount to such treatment, then she would have spilled the truth without thinking of lying.

But it still made her surprised as to why the king didn’t buy her story.
How come the king didn’t believe her and did not even want to listen to her again?
He didn’t even wait for her to finish talking before he shut her up.

She was utterly still confused.
She didn’t even know what to believe.

Truly, the king was unpredictable.

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Princess Debby’s carriage finally pulled inside the palace and royal announcer blew his trumpet and announced her arrival.

“Her royal highness, princess Deborah has arrived!” The royal announcer said lowly and everyone who were awaiting her arrival all bowed.

Slowly and majestically, with so much grace and elegance, princess Debby alighted from her carriage, with her big flowing gown trailing behind her.
Sandy stepped out too and stood beside the princess.
Princess Debby looked so graceful and elegant and one could tell that was royalty because of the aura around her.

She speaks power and wealth.
Isabelle who was standing in the midst of the noblemen and slaves, servants, maids and the king, eyes suddenly met with princess Debby’s gaze. Princess Debby from where she stood, shot Isabelle a deadly glare that sent shivers down Isabelle’s spine.
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Princess Debby hum🧐
Hope you’re not another threat to our Isabelle.⁉️🤔
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TBC………….😍💋💖

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