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 up whispering it.
Although, her eyes still explained how shocked she was."Emily" Isabelle called lowly.
"Please, let me in".Emily's eyes drooped. And in a more discrete tone, she asked:
"What're you doing here?"Her hands were still holding the door, standing in the way.
"We can't talk out here, Emily. Please, let me in" Isabelle answered, her voice pleading.
She looked around to be sure no one was watching.
"But....".
"Emily!" She snapped and a brief silence ensued between them.
Giving it a quick thought, Emily decided to take a little risk and ushered her into the house.
She shut the door as soon as they were in.
"Where have you been, Isabelle? And what're you doing here?? The King's looking for you!" She growled, making her fear obvious.
"I won't take long, Emily. I promise. I just....I just need to treat my wound" Isabelle replied and lifted the tip of her dress, so Emily would see the wounded spot on her leg.
Her eyes blinked rapidly,staring at the wound.
"How...How did you get that?" She asked heavily and Isabelle released the dress, covering the wound back up.
"Few hours ago. I was chased by some guards and....they shot at me" she replied with a hard gulp.
"Oh! Goodness, Isabelle. You're wanted by everyone in this Kingdom because there's a 100 silver bounty on your head. If anyone gets to know I.....I...helped you,I'll be....."
"I know. I know, okay? And that's the reason I promise not to take long... Please" she added the last part with a little reluctance.
Emily had been an old friend and she knew there was no way she could reject her in that state. She felt she was safe with her.
"Come over to the table" she said with a sigh, and Isabelle followed.
As Isabelle followed her to the table, she took out time to gaze round the room and that was when she spotted the little boy - Owen - sleeping on the long wooden chair.He had a wet cloth over his head and it was obvious, he wasn't fine. He was Emily's son.
"What's wrong with him?" Isabelle asked as she sat on the table, facing Emily.
"He's sick - terribly sick" Emily replied dolefully, lifting Isabelle's dress, so the wounded leg be exposed.
"There's been no money to take him to a healer" she added.
Isabelle just stared quietly and wished there was something she could do. Everything was so complicated for her at the moment.
Emily untied the wound, so she could examine it.
"I don't think it's infected yet" she said as she touched the surface.
"But its deep."We'll need to....add some heat to it"
Isabelle just nodded slowly, knowing what that meant.
"Hold on" Emily mumbled and left, then returned shortly with a bowl of water, and a little napkin.
"I'll just clean it off first" she remarked and started using the water and napkin on the fresh wound, wiping off the blood and dirt.
They were silent for a while.
"Whatever happened, Isabelle?" She broke the brooding silence.
"Why did you and your sisters enslave the King and his men for so long?"
Isabelle felt a cut in her heart as soon as she mentioned the King's name.
The King.She didn't say a word, but stared away.
"You should look for a way to go far from here" she continued.
"Far from this land, Isabelle. Because it wouldn't be funny if the King gets a hold of you"."I'll leave, once I find Tabitha" Isabelle replied coldly, and Emily paused to look into her face.
"Tabitha?" She scoffed.
"Tabitha's dead. She's been missing for months now"."Then, I need a body to bury!" Isabelle was almost tempted to yell.
She exhaled deeply , when she realized.
"She might be dead, but I still need to find her body, at least. I need to know what happened to her" she said
Emily didn't comment, but slowly resumed what she was doing.
"Besides" she continued.
"Even if I wanted to leave, that's impossible because the King has placed guards on every exit of this land. There's no way I can leave without being caught""Oh...Isabelle. You're so ruined" Emily shook her head.
They didn't say any other thing as Emily rounded up the cleaning of the wound and stood up with the bowl and napkin.
"Come with me. Let's go to the fire place" she titled her head to the side and started walking away and Isabelle followed.
She had to drag her leg along, because she still felt slight pains. She saw it as a miracle she was able to endure it while walking to Emily's house.
She followed Emily to the kitchen and took a seat, while Emily set up the fire.
She watched blearily.
"But why is it so important for you to find Tabitha, huh?" Emily asked as she fixed a knife into the fire.
Isabelle didn't reply, but when she turned and shot her a stare, she did.
"I just need to find her body" was her casual reply.
"But why? She's been dead for long now. Her body would've probably decayed" Emily said .
"I just....I just need to find her. She was....." Isabelle had almost spilled the word, but restricted herself.
No; she couldn't say it out.
Emily removed the heated knife from the fire and approached Isabelle.
"She was what?" She asked as she squatted in front of her, staring into her face.
Isabelle looked at her without saying a word, and she asked again.
"She was what, Isabelle?" She asked, curiously.
"Its nothing" Isabelle mumbled and looked down at the knife, signalling her to go on with it.
Emily sighed and brought it closer to the leg.
"Hope you're ready?" She asked and Isabelle nodded.
Then, getting herself prepared, she finally placed the hot-red knife on her leg and a sizzling sound was heard.
Isabelle shut her eyes to endure the pain. It hurt like hell.
She clamped her mouth shut and made fists with her hands, and as soon as Emily pulled the knife away from her leg, she gasped.
"Sorry" Emily muttered and stood up, going to return the knife.
Isabelle looked at the spot and took in deep breaths. Gosh! That had been painful.
But hopefully, she'd feel better in no time.
"I'll go get you some herbs right away" Emily said.
"As soon as I use them on you, you'll feel a 100% better".Isabelle just nodded and muttered a "thank you".
"I'll be on my way now. Make sure you stay indoors, okay? Please, don't get me into trouble" she said with pleading eyes and left.
King Caesar stood quietly in the room, his thumb touching his lower lip, as he pleasantly watched the maid being screwed by the guards.The first one was done, the second one was on her, and the guard was on standby, waiting for the second."Please....please. I'm sorry" the maid cried as she laid on the floor, unable to move from the guard who was mercilessly screwing her hole.Caesar didn't even flinch as he leaned against the table and watched in satisfaction. That was what she gets from being disobedient.The second guard finished from her and stood up and the third guard started unhooking his belt."Please, my King. I'm sorry, please" the lady quickly went turned to Caesar, tears streaming down her cheeks."I'm sorry, please. Have mercy on me".She knew Caesar was never the type that listened to pleas, but having no other option, she just decided to try.His eyes were as cold as ever, her ple
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
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 cr
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
Isabelle couldn't stop thinking pathetically as she followed the lady to wherever it was she was taking her. She didn't even care if it was somewhere dangerous. Her life was already a mess, being the King's prisoner.They walked down a quiet hallway, then got to where seemed a little noisy, coming across some guards who were drinking and laughing widely.As Isabelle walked by, they turned and stared seductively at her."Hey, confessor", one of them called in a sniggering voice."Come and confess me, please. Come and make me your slave".A roar of laughter was heard but Isabelle tried her best not to react to it or even stop to look at them. She just bent her head and continued walking like they were never referring to her.She knew they were only making mockery of her because of the Rada'Han on her neck. They knew her powers had been caged and that was what angered Isabelle to the core. She hated t
"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
There was a thin echo in Isabelle's ears as they awoken her subconsciousness.Her lids fluttered, but didn't open immediately, not until a hand tapped her."Confessor. Confessor" the voice was gentle.Isabelle opened her eyes blearily and found someone sitting in front of her,staring into her face.Her vision was blur at first, but little by little, the face of the lady became clear and she realized it was Mia."Hey, confessor. You need to wake up. Remember, I golf you you'd be commencing work today" Mia said gently, but it took Isabelle sometime before she was able to digest the current situation.Her head was muzzy and she tried to remember....The memories from the previous night came flashing into her head and they scared the hell out of her.She could remember the King ordering her out of his room, and when she tried to, she ended up passing out.What happened after that....it
It was obvious she felt proud being the one in charge of the King's meal."Come on, then. Let's get them to him. We shouldn't keep the Kings waiting. Confessor,,go with this, please", she stretched one of the trays to Isabelle.Whaat??Isabelle looked at her uncomfortably.Going to the throne room to meet the other Kings? She didn't want to."Come on, confessor. There's no time!" She urged and Isabelle reluctantly took the tray from her."Everyone - start going, please. We've wasted enough time already!" Madame Gloria said and about six maids - including Isabelle and Mia - left the kitchen.Oh! Isabelle hated it. She was scared of facing Caesar again. And to think he was with other Kings, it made her more scared.She trailed behind the other maids as they walked to the throne room and finally, they arrived.Her heart beat increased when she spotted Caesar - together with about fi