The Last Confessor Episode 6

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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King Caesar sat in a comfy manner on his throne, his thumb rubbing his lower lip, while the confessor was brought in by his guards.

His subjects were in the hall as well, standing accordingly on each side and watched as the confessor was brought in, her hands tied behind her.

Caesar’s cold eyes didn’t leave her face for a second, Isabelle also fixed her eyes on him and finally, she was placed on her knees in front and him.

She was scared to the teeth, but tried as much as possible not to show it.

She looked up at the King for a while, and when the silence stretched, she lowered her gaze to the floor.

“Hmm” He finally let out a sigh and moved his thumb from his lip.
“Tell me this is a dream. Isabelle Zorander – the last confessor on earth – kneeling in front of me”.

His voice was so calm and gentle as he spoke, but Isabelle knew there were so many hidden intentions behind it.

His face crinkled up in a cold smirk and he left his seat.

“I’ve searched so long for you”, he walked to the table behind the throne and touched some of the tools.

Isabelle’s heart skipped when she saw him going there. She knew the table contained different weapons and sincerely hoped he wasn’t truing to punish her. At least, not right away.

“But before we go into any other business, I have a gift for you” he picked up a round metal and turned back to the direction of Isabelle and as soon as Isabelle saw what he had in his hand, she flinched.

The Rada’Han!!

She felt all the blood in her body drain as he approached her with it and she knew instantly he was going to wear it on her.

“No!” She winced and sprang on her feet, but the guards behind her gripped her immediately, restricting her movement.

Caesar stopped walking and smiled as he watched her struggle with the guards. She tried to free herself from them but couldn’t as her hands were tied. And when Caesar knew she was stable enough, he continued towards her.

The guards held her firmly and she whimpered as he came close and locked the Rada’Han around her neck.

It was a round metallic iron which was used to cage someone’s powers. And wearing it on her neck, Isabelle knew she wouldn’t be able to use her powers again, until it was unlocked. And there was only one key to it. Her powers were caged.

“Doesn’t it look beautiful, huh?” Caesar smiled and touched the iron around her neck. But all isabelle felt was bitterness.

“Next time, when I’m not done talking to you, you stay on your knees”, he added and hit her knee, and she fell on the floor immediately, making a little sound.

He turned around and headed for his throne, taking his seat.

“Take her to my chambers” he said without looking at the guards and they bowed and left with her.
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Isabelle had never been so scared in her entire life before. Being improsened by the King was something she never thought could happen.

As the guards took her to wherever they were ordered to take her, few of the people they came across kept looking at her, like she was a strange sight or something. Well, neither of them were Isabelle’s problem at the moment as all she could think about was surviving the King.

While in the throne room, she had seen so much anger in him, one she hadn’t seen in a very long time. She knew he was never gonna be easy on her, and all the anger for her sister’s sins would be extracted on her.

They walked down a hallway and finally got to a room which was obviously the King’s chambers because of how royal it looked.

The guards threw her roughly on the floor before going out. And she didn’t need anyone to tell her the door had been locked.

She managed to stand on her feet, but didn’t know what else to do. She looked around the room and for a moment, she got lost, staring at its beauty.

The bed was King sized and had a red bed spread on it. There was a big table and wooden chair that contained scripts and books and looked more like a study centre.

There was a closed door at the end of the room, which indicated an inner room there. Some decorations were made in room which was accpmpanied with a sweet fragrance. That was actually the first time Isabelle was standing in such an exquisite.

She and her sister had grown in rough areas, from the local house of their father, to the camp of the confessors. They never had the luxury of life.

The sound of the door opening snapped Isabelle out of her thoughts and when she turned swiftly to look, she discovered it was the King.

Again, she felt all the blood drain from her body as it dawned on her she was alone with the King- the King who wanted nothing but vengeance from her.

His dark eyes stared at her as he walked in, his royal robe sweeping the floor as well.

He took a knife from the table closely and continued towards her, and Isabelle flinched. What was he doing?

She had taken two steps back, but suddenly stopped when she realized she couldn’t run away from him. It was impossible.

She stood still and shivered and getting to where she was, he used the knife on the ropes, splitting them into two.

Isabelle felt a slight relief when she was finally able to move her hands, but the fact that Caesar was still standing behind her, scared her to the teeth.

“On your knees” she heard his cold voice whisper into her ears, and being reminded of what had happened in the throne room, she sank her knees to the floor immediately.

Her life was already a mess and she didn’t see any reason to struggle or go against him anymore.

Few hours ago, she was a confessor, but at that moment,,she was just a defenseless lady whoose life was in the hands of a cruel King – a King her sister turned cruel.

He walked pass her and went to the table containing scripts and books. He dropped the knife on it and turned to face Isabelle, leaning on it.

“What happened to Tabitha?” He asked calmly, his thumb touching his lower lip as usual.
And as he did that, Isabelle could see the handsome man her sister had fallen for.

“She is….dead” she lowered her head and said, and for a few seconds, there was silence.

“How did she die?” A question came again, and Isabelle was already feeling the heat of the moment.
She couldn’t even imagine what would’ve happened if Tabitha was the one kneeling in her place. Caesar would definitely roast her alive.

“I…I..don’t know. Her body’s yet to be found” Isabelle replied and heard a a slight grunt from him. She was sure the grunt was from him.

“I swear, I haven’t seen her since the day your spell got broken. And if she were still alive, your spell wouldn’t had been broken. You’d still be confessed”.

Isabelle had no idea her reply was gonna anger him the more. He hated the word “confessed’ because it reminded him of all the horrible things he had done when he was still under her sister’s spell.

He turned her and faced the table, and Isabelle wondered what could possibly be going through his mind.

“On your feet” he ordered and Isabelle gulped hard before standing up.
Her legs were a little weak.

“Take off your clothes” he added, still backing her and for the first time in years, Isabelle felt her childhood fears resurrecting in her again – the memory she had always dread more.

Her lungs became dry instantly and she felt her blood stop running.

No; she couldn’t bear it. He could do anything to her, but not rape.
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TBC.

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