The Last Confessor

She ran through the woods, panting heavily, her back already aching. they were almost closing up on her, and she knew she needed a way to distract them, to get rid of them. Her breath was already faltering, and running pass a hole, she came out to another part of the forest where she slided to a big tree and hid behind it.  Her white garment was already stained and she tried to pack them up so no traces would be found when the guards come running by. Her plan was to hide behind the tree and pray the guards run pass her, without seeing her. Because she couldn't afford being found.She breathed heavily as she leaned against the tree, and soon, their sounds of their boots were heard. She shut her eyes and prayed fervently they continue running without seeing her, but to her outmost disappointment, she heard them stop. Oh! Damn it. She opened her eyes, still panting and wondering why they sto

Isabelle walked for a long time before arriving at the small village. She had to go through the busy market first and as she walked along, the cap of her garment was over her head. She kept her head down the whole time, trying as much as possible to avoid the gazes of others because she knew she'd be in trouble, if her face gets seen by anyone. She was the most wanted person in the Kingdom at that moment. She was able to pass the market successfully and after a longer walk,  she finally got to the small door and knocked on it. There was no reply.She looked around and knocked again.Damn it! Just open the door! She grumbled in her heart and almost immediately, she heard the door opening. It opened creakily until the face of the 'opener' was finally revealed.She gasped as soon as she saw the confessor. "Isabelle???" She wanted so bad to scream the name, but ended

After Emily left to get the herbs, Isabelle left the room where was and returned to the first, where Emily son had been laying. She stood and stared pathetically at the boy, placing her hand on his head. She knew he meant a lot to Emily and prayed he gets better soon. She left him and sat on the old wooden chair in the room, taking a deep breath as she rested her back. Finally...She touched her leg and confirmed it felt better. Better than before. As she leaned her head backwards, she closed her eyes and almost drowse.The sleep was tempting, but she tried not to. And suddenly, she thought of her sister.She recalled all they had been through together and concluded life had not been really fair on them. Tabitha and Isabelle grew up with just their father, who treated them like slaves. Their mother - who was also a confessor -  died during Isabelle's delivery and Isabelle figured that wa

  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.&nbs

 "Come on" the guard said gruffly and started walking away, expecting Isabelle to follow, of course. Isabelle glanced at the face of  Mia and could see the saturnine look she had. "Bye" she mumbled to Isabelle, but Isabelle didn't say a word as she started trailing behind the guard.The guard was so huge and his muscles stretched as he walked ahead of her, while Isabelle just lowered her gaze to the floor, thinking of what could possibly happen in the King's room. She wondered if she'd be able to escape it this time around. Oh! If only he'd have mercy on her. If only he'd punish her in any other way aside sex. She knew she might not survive it after this night. The memories - they'd hunt her. She had suddenly thought of running, running away from the guard, but she knew it was pointless. There were guards everywhere and without her powers, it'd be just a single lady against hundreds of guards. That was impo